bad kid

Zhan Zihang saw the scene in front of him, like a cat whose tail had been trampled sorely, it was about to pounce on Yan Yue immediately.

Ruan Zhimu stood in front of Yan Yue and said calmly, "I told you, I don't want to see you."

Zhan Zihang looked at him eagerly: "Mumu..."

He tried to pull his hand.

Ruan Zhimu retracted his hands into his sleeves and dodged them.

Zhan Zihang: "You are angry that I haven't sent you a message recently, are you? I called you countless times before, but you refused to answer and blocked me. It was hard to add back to WeChat with you, I'm afraid You blocked me again when you got angry, so I dare not contact you."

"I thought it would be more convenient to explain after meeting..."

Ruan Zhimu was upset when he heard it, and interrupted him: "Where is Zhen Ling, didn't you come back with you?"

Zhan Zihang smiled wryly: "I came back this time to tell you about it. Zhen Ling already has a boyfriend, how could I have an affair with her, if you don't believe me, you can ask her."

Ruan Zhimu was slightly taken aback.

Zhan Zihang looked straight at him, bit his lower lip, his eyes gradually turned red.

Yan Yue looked between the two of them for a while, and suddenly said: "I'm hungry."

Ruan Zhimu came back to his senses: "...then, let's go home."

Zhan Zihang said in a low voice: "I didn't sleep all night and rushed back. I'm so cold now, I, can I go in and have a sit..."

He reached out again, trying to grab his hand.

Before the fingertips touched, Yan Yue had already entered the door with his arms around Ruan Zhimu's shoulders.

boom!

The door was slammed shut.

Zhan Zihang, who was almost hit on the nose by the door: "..."

-

Yan Yue glanced outside the door through the cat's eyes: "He didn't leave."

Zhan Zihang's nose was ashamed, and he did not leave, but stood stubbornly outside the door, with a big bright green suitcase in hand.

Ruan Zhimu: "If he likes to stay, just stay, don't worry about him."

The two sat at the table and ate their Christmas supper in silence.

It was originally a warm and peaceful night, but the peace was broken by the unexpected arrival of Zhan Zihang.

Ruan Zhimu looked up at Yan Yue.

Yan Yue was drinking lotus root powder with his head down, and there was nothing unusual.

Ruan Zhimu touched his nose, a little embarrassed.

He got to know Yan Yue a lot recently, but he didn't tell him about Zhan Zihang.

After all, the matter of being caught cheating is quite difficult to explain in one word. The person involved hasn't made it clear yet, and there is nothing to talk about with a minor.

Before today, Yan Yue should have thought that he and Zhan Zihang were just ordinary friends.

The performance of Zhan Zihang just now clearly showed their relationship.

He couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

Ruan Zhimu put down the spoon: "I..."

Yan Yue raised his head: "Huh?"

Ruan Zhimu sighed: "Ask whatever you want."

Yan Yue: "I don't have anything to ask. If you have something to say, you can say it directly."

Ruan Zhimu was a little surprised: "Aren't you curious about Zhan Zihang?"

Yan Yue said calmly: "If you want to tell me, you will naturally say it; if you don't want to say it, it's useless for me to ask."

Holding the bottom of the apple with his slender fingers, he peeled the apple in two or three strokes, cut a thin slice, and handed it to Ruan Zhimu.

Ruan Zhimu said with emotion: "You are much more mature now than when you first came here."

Yan Yue: "Is this a disguised form to say that I am old?"

Ruan Zhimu: "You are afraid of getting old when you are young, don't give me Versailles."

Ruan Zhimu didn't want to get his hands dirty, so he lowered his head and bit it. The sweetness of the apple juice burst and spread in his mouth.

When picking up an apple slice, the corner of his lips accidentally rubbed against Yan Yue's fingertips.

Ruan Zhimu's mind was full of Zhan Zihang's affairs, so he didn't notice.

Yan Yue felt the warm touch on his fingertips, subconsciously paused, and then withdrew his hand.

Ruan Zhimu originally didn't want to talk too much about Zhan Zihang with Yan Yue, but he couldn't stop talking.

Probably because he also has a man he likes, Yan Yue didn't show much reaction to him being gay.

Ruan Zhimu told him about himself and Zhan Zihang, Yan Yue didn't comment casually, but listened quietly, occasionally asking for a few details.

Ruan Zhimu may have been holding back for too long, and suddenly met such a suitable person to confide in, and his desire to express came up all of a sudden.

If you don't pay attention, you will talk more and more.

By the time I realized it, it had been shaken clean like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.

-

After Ruan Zhimu finished speaking, he regretted a little: "Your main task is to study well. I just said it casually today, and you listen to it casually. Don't take it seriously."

Yan Yue: "I've already smoked my lungs, I can't forget it, and I have to take it with me when I enter the coffin."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

Ruan Zhimu gave him a middle finger.

Suddenly remembered an important thing: "By the way, you must not tell your uncle, otherwise I am afraid that Teacher Yan will cut off the teacher-student relationship with me. People of their generation are still quite conservative."

Yan Yue: "Are you just worried about your relationship with Yan Minghua?"

Ruan Zhimu: "Ah, otherwise."

Yan Yue: "If Yan Minghua knew that you were gay, he would definitely take me back."

Ruan Zhimu thought for a while, and said solemnly: "It's good that you left, I saved a lot of trouble, I can sleep well every night, and I can sleep late in the morning, and I don't have to get up at six o'clock to make breakfast for you gone."

Yan Yue scowled: "..."

"You're angry now," Ruan Zhimu pinched his cheeks, "Just now you said you're mature, so you're so rude? Why, you're addicted to living here and don't want to go back?"

Yan Yue looked thin and handsome, but his cheeks were fleshy when pinched, he really looked like a little capybara with a puffy face.

Yan Yue snorted coldly: "Whoever likes living here with you will really put gold on his face."

Ruan Zhimu: "If you don't like it, then I will call Teacher Yan tomorrow and ask him to pick you up."

Yan Yue: "Then let me say, you are a pervert, you like men, and you infected me, and brought me perverted too."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

Not long after I praised him, the familiar feeling of being beaten came back.

Yan Yue took his hand down, slid his fingertips across his palm, and said slowly: "I've become a pervert, when the time comes, how will you explain to my uncle?"

His palms were itchy, as if he had been scratched by a feather.

Ruan Zhimu was taken aback.

Suddenly there was a light knock on the door outside, interrupting the conversation between the two.

Tuk tuk, tuk tuk.

Ruan Zhimu's smile froze on his face.

Hold.

Chatting with Yan Yue was so happy that I forgot that there was an ex-boyfriend standing outside.

Obviously, Zhan Zihang was unwilling to be ignored, so he deliberately made some noises to remind them.

Yan Yue frowned: "Do you want me to drive him away?"

"No need," Ruan Zhimu was very clear about Zhan Zihang's character, "Going out now, he will definitely beg for nothing to come in, and it will be endless."

Yan Yue: "I can beat him until he dare not come in."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

"How many times have I said that a society ruled by law must abide by the law," Ruan Zhimu slammed him back into the room, "It's getting late, have you finished your homework, right? Go to bed quickly."

Yan Yue: "Aren't you going to fight for milk today?"

Ruan Zhimu waved his hand: "How can I be in that mood, I'm full of anger."

"Fighting milk" is a recreational and relaxing activity that they often carry out recently.

The weather has been cold recently, and it is no longer suitable to chat on the rooftop every night, so Ruan Zhimu moved all the deck chairs to the edge of the balcony.

After Yan Yue finished his homework, they would stay by the balcony for a while, eating melon seeds and chatting, with a warm electric fan heater at their feet.

Ruan Zhimu thought the beer was cold, so he would put the beer bottle in front of the heater and warm it before drinking it.

Yan Yue secretly drank once, was so drunk that he was late for school the next day, and was scolded by Ruan Zhimu.

Later Ruan Zhimu hid the beer at home and replaced it with pure milk and coconut milk.

Yan Yue was a little disgusted when he used the heater for the first time: "It looks like it's going to explode at any moment."

Then it was really fragrant.

The two would fight each time over who sat closer to the heater.

Yan Yue's physique and height are far superior to Ruan Zhimu's, but he has not won a few times.

If he loses, he will step on Ruan Zhimu's instep domineeringly, and his legs and his knees will be squeezed together, which is called the "sharing system".

Ruan Zhimu scolded him for cheating, and Yan Yue drank a whole carton of milk, then tilted his head and fell on the recliner, pretending to be drunk from milk.

Later, they chatted and drank milk while sitting by the heater, which was called "fighting milk".

I'm not in the mood to fight milk today.

After going to class during the day, I was very tired, and after coming back at night, Ruan Zhimu thought he would fall asleep soon, but he still suffered from insomnia.

-

Insomnia is not the other reason.

He was about to fall asleep when he suddenly heard a faint sigh coming from outside.

Ugh……

call……

噫嚱嚱...

In the middle of the night, the lights were dark, and there was a ghost-like sigh, who wouldn't go crazy after hearing it.

A bunch of plots of horror folk novels flashed through Ruan Zhimu's mind, and he sat up excitedly.

It doesn't matter if he suffers from insomnia, Yan Yue will have to go to school the next day.

Worried that the light would wake Yan Yue up, Ruan Zhimu got out of bed in the dark.

When he opened the door, he saw a dark figure standing in the center of the living room.

Ruan Zhimu was scared out of his wits, and when he took a closer look, he realized that it was Yan Yue.

Ruan Zhimu patted his chest: "Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?"

Yan Yue glanced at the door.

Zhan Zihang's sighs continued, long and short, continuous, desolate and humble, and mournful for a long time.

Sure enough, Zhan Zihang was too noisy to sleep.

Ruan Zhimu scratched his hair: "Forget it, I'll go out and talk to him, you go back to your room."

Yan Yue grabbed him: "His purpose is to meet you. If you go out, you will be fooled. Don't go out, I will go."

Ruan Zhimu said vigilantly: "What do you want, don't fight, Zhan Zihang has learned Taekwondo before, so you may not be able to please him."

Yan Yue: "Don't fight, I'll go and reason with him."

After saying that, he opened the door.

Ruan Zhimu didn't even have time to stop him.

He listened frightenedly inside the door, pricking up his ears, intending to rush out at the sound of arguing and fighting.

A few minutes later, Yan Yue came back.

Yan Yue: "He's gone."

Ruan Zhimu looked through the cat's eyes, and there was really no one in front of the door.

Ruan Zhimu was shocked: "You got him away in two or three sentences? How did you do that?"

Yan Yue: "I said, if he doesn't leave again, I will call the police and say that he intends to break into a private house."

Ruan Zhimu was skeptical: "That's it?... But he's not considered breaking into a private house, at most it's an attempt."

Zhan Zihang should not be intimidated by such a simple reason.

Yan Yue: "."

Ruan Zhimu stared into his eyes: "...Did you do anything else?"

Yan Yue: "..."

Momo took out a shiny fruit knife from his pocket.

Ruan Zhimu almost fainted when he saw the tip of the knife.

Tremblingly, he said, "Give me the knife."

Yan Yue turned the direction, made the tip of the knife face him, and obediently handed the handle of the knife to Ruan Zhimu.

"I was just trying to scare him. I didn't expect it to work so well. As soon as the knife was taken out, he ran away."

Ruan Zhimu inserted the knife back into the knife holder in the kitchen, his head hurting badly.

He pressed his temple and said sharply:

"How many times have I told you, safety first, don't fight with others."

"Yes, you didn't fight with him today. Is there any fucking difference? As soon as the knife is taken out, the nature changes. From a civil dispute to a criminal dispute."

"It's true that the knife is in your hand, so what if he snatched it during the fight? What if he really stabbed it to the point? What if he also has a knife in his own box, and he is angered by you? Is the knife out? Have you thought about it?!"

Ruan Zhimu was afraid after thinking about it.

Yan Yue: "I know in my heart that nothing will happen."

Ruan Zhimu: "You have a hammer. Don't be afraid of [-], just in case. Even if it is a one in ten thousand possibility, you can't let it happen."

Yan Yue suddenly said: "So you are worried about me getting hurt, not about him being stabbed by me, right?"

These are all inexplicable concerns.

Ruan Zhimu: "My mother only cares about my house being safe, not turning it into a murder scene."

Yan Yue pursed his lips: "I helped you drive away the bad guys, and you just beat me like that."

Ruan Zhimu said angrily: "Then what do you want, you still want me to praise you for a good job?"

Yan Yue seemed to be really angry, turned his head and went back to the room without saying a word.

Ruan Zhimu cleaned up the kitchen, and the room was silent, except for the tick-tock of the clock on the wall.

He vaguely regretted it.

Well, Yan Yue was indeed doing it for his own good.

Although the methods are a bit weird, the methods are a bit radical, and the tools are a bit scary, they are still protecting him in his own way.

After being scolded by him head and face, I guess I felt uncomfortable.

Ruan Zhimu struggled for a moment, then walked to Yan Yue's room.

He knocked lightly on the door: "Yan Yue, are you asleep?"

There was no movement inside.

In fact, Ruan Zhimu knew it well in his heart, Yan Yue hadn't returned to the room for 10 minutes, and he would be a ghost if he could fall asleep.

If you don't say anything, you are probably still angry and deliberately ignoring him.

Ruan Zhimu: "Asleep? Forget it... I wanted to ask you if you want to eat ham and quiche tomorrow morning..."

There are usually two kinds of breakfast at home, one is bought directly from outside, such as bean paste buns, sesame balls, sesame balls, soy milk, etc.; the other is made by Ruan Zhimu himself, such as ham omelets.

Ruan Zhimu's cooking skills are quite good, but if he cooks breakfast by himself, he has to boil water to make batter, deep-fry ham sausage and cut scallions, and he has to get up at least an hour earlier.

This is tantamount to torture for him who is so sleepy.

Therefore, Ruan Zhimu seldom cooks breakfast by himself. If he announces that he will do it one day, it means that he is in a good mood or has other purposes.

Sure enough, Yan Yue's muffled voice came from the room: "Yes."

Ruan Zhimu suppressed a smile: "Ah, is there anyone talking in the room? I don't seem to hear it—"

While speaking, he turned the doorknob and walked in.

- The room was empty.

Ruan Zhimu was taken aback.

There was the sound of a door closing behind him.

Immediately, the body was hugged by a huge warm object, and the shoulders were tightly strangled.

Ruan Zhimu breathed a sigh of relief: "Why are you standing behind me? It scared me to death. I'm still wondering if I'm hallucinating."

Yan Yue put his head in the crook of his neck, and said in a muffled voice, "I just want to scare you, who told you to kill me."

Ruan Zhimu found that Yan Yue seemed to be getting more and more delicate recently.

Such a tall and strong boy, usually with an ice-cold face, hugged him from behind like a little bear and made all kinds of unreasonable demands.

I don't know if those classmates in his school would be shocked if they knew what he looked like.

Ruan Zhimu's neck was itchy from being rubbed by him, so he hid a little to the side, and Yan Yue quickly pulled him back.

The back is hot, like carrying a big heater.

Ruan Zhimu had no choice but to say, "Aren't I afraid that something will happen to you? You really need to sharpen your temper. You always shout and kill. Who would dare to fall in love with you in the future."

Yan Yue: "It depends on who the person is when you fall in love. Like your ex-boyfriend, I don't want to give it to me."

Ruan Zhimu didn't say anything, took his hand away and urged him to go to sleep.

Yan Yue stood behind him, looking down at him.

Ruan Zhimu's pajamas are made of white cotton, from an unknown small brand, and they are probably the basic models that were snatched up during a special shopping festival. There is no design to speak of, only the fabric feels comfortable to the touch.

The pajamas were worn for a long time, the top button was missing, and the collar was limp and collapsed.

From Yan Yue's angle, he could see his fair and slender neck, slender collarbone, and faintly undulating chest under the collar.

Ruan Zhimu is lazy in exercising and is keen on puffed food. Sometimes he can't even eat when he is busy, so his body is thin and weak, he has no chest muscles, and his arms are soft to the touch.

But Yan Yue felt very comfortable to hug.

Ruan Zhimu's body was soft and warm, and the smell of milk soap lingered around his collar. It was faint and sweet, and it calmed his mind more than any sleep aid.

Yan Yue occasionally felt that he was a bit wicked.

Knowing that Ruan Zhimu is stupid as hell, he only focuses on "raising a child", and treats him as a simple middle school student, and has no guard against him——

However, he still took advantage of his defenselessness and took various opportunities to approach him.

Ruan Zhimu only knew that he seemed to have become obedient and well-behaved, but he didn't know the real reason.

——Before the hunter captures the prey, he will always be quiet and generous, and put delicious bait in the center of the trap.

"Good night."

He took a deep breath silently, making sure that he had inhaled enough sleeping aid tonight, and then let go of Ruan Zhimu.

Ruan Zhimu didn't notice it, yawned, waved his hands, and went back to the room.

The author says:

The wolf's tail is exposed...