Chi Guang

Tan Qiyue waited for a long time.

The imaginary anger and panic did not appear, the child just straightened his back, stood silently and stared at himself, the disdain in the man's eyes gradually deepened, and he sneered, "Why, don't even dare to tell the truth explain?"

"That kid is a delight," he went on. "You..."

"What about Han Yu?" Mu Shihai interrupted him with a faint smile on his lips: "What's the relationship between you and Han Yu?"

The man's expression suddenly changed, and Mu Shihai continued: "Friend? Buddy? Or..."

Unspoken lover.

"Good boy," Tan Qiyue smiled angrily, "So what?" He put his hips on his hips, his face full of arrogance: "I love Han Yu, you..."

"I do not know."

Tan Qiyue raised his eyebrows, what the hell?

The night turned into a halo of thick ink, Mu Shihai's face was a little dazed, and he repeated: "I don't know."

"I like that he treats me well, so I treat him well;"

He likes Xu Chichuan smiling at him, likes Xu Chichuan bringing him breakfast, likes watching fireworks with Xu Chichuan, likes Xu Chichuan bickering with him, likes bullying him to see him being stupid, likes being able to see this when he tilts his head. people.

"But he was kind to others, too;"

The little boy would carry Jiang Huiyu to the infirmary, share chocolates with others, cover for students who handed in their homework late, and go to the small supermarket to buy a ham sausage to feed stray cats and dogs on the side of the road.

Slowly breathed out a mouthful of white mist, and finally told the truth: "I only want him to treat me well."

Every step that Xu Chichuan walked toward him was bright, and those who were on guard, neglected, and refused to admit it were all caused by hesitation, but the way Xu Chichuan was going was not his way, even Xu Chichuan wanted to I really understand that all he gave were incomplete explanations, like the simple sentence "I can't go to high school with you", the longer it drags on, the more I don't want to say it.However, Tan Qiyue still wanted to pierce his heart, and nodded with an expression of "you don't need to say it, I understand": "So you like him and he doesn't like you, tsk, unrequited love, it's useless."

Mu Shihai was furious: "...Who said he doesn't like me anymore!"

"Where did he say he likes you?" The man asked back: "Okay, even if he likes you, you don't even know if you like him or not, why do I have such a worthless brother like you, go away and don't embarrass me. "

Mu Shihai still looked blank and unconvinced, Tan Qiyue rolled his eyes, and hit him hard on the head with a chestnut: "I can't even think about this clearly, give up as soon as possible, and get out, you think this is playing house Family pictures are fun? Mu Shihai, liking is useless, only love is useful."

Mu Shihai was silent, and raised his head to look at him again after a while: "Is there any difference?"

"Of course." The man's expression was very serious: "Like means that I want to eat bones, love means that I only want to eat this bone, no matter how difficult it is."

"Who's going to grab it?"

"I'll kill anyone."

Tan Qiyue patted him on the shoulder, and gave him a meaningful look: "The melon is not twisted, let alone raw or ripe, it's not your turn to talk about it if it's rotten."

What else did Mu Shihai want to say, but from the corner of his eye he caught sight of Han Yu coming towards him: "Why are you still waiting for the beer?"

"Come down for a cigarette."

Tan Qiyue grabbed his hand and kissed him, Han Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Mu Shihai, who had normal eyes——

This is known.

"I'm going back first brother."

"Go, go to bed early at night, and watch Ye Jing and the others not make trouble too late."

As soon as Mu Shihai entered the elevator, Han Yu couldn't hold back any longer. Tan Qiyue knew what he wanted to ask, hugged him and eagerly dragged him behind the tree, and the heat spread in his ears: "It's okay, Ah Yu, he won't Said it."

Han Yu's pupils trembled: "He..."

"Xiao Hai is very smart, he guessed it early in the morning." Tan Qiyue kissed his forehead reassuringly: "Don't be afraid, he won't tell."

"You..." Han Yu licked his dry lips, "Are you talking about this?"

"not quite."

Tan Qiyue is inexplicably guilty. Is it okay for my younger brother to like my brother-in-law?

Han Yu suddenly raised his head, his eyes were clear and sharp: "Xiao Chuan?"

... It's not a good thing that my wife is too smart!

"Yes," the man swallowed: "He said he likes your brother...A Yu!"

Han Yu struggled to shake off his hand, gritted his teeth with a murderous look, and was ready to rush up to fight Mu Shihai: "I won't allow it!"

"Ancestor, ancestor!" Tan Qiyue picked him up and walked home: "Let's go home and talk! Go home and talk!"

Downstairs was flying like dogs and dogs, upstairs Lu Miaoyi quarreled with Ye Jing again, Xu Chichuan was sitting on the sofa watching TV, too lazy to listen to these two childish ghosts arguing.

"I wash first!"

"I wash first!"

"I came in before you!"

"I……"

"Shut up!" Mu Shihai looked at the two of them coldly: "You two sleep in the master bedroom, which also has a bathroom."

The door slammed down, leaving three people looking at each other in dismay, Lu Miao clicked his tongue: "What's wrong with him, so angry?"

Xu Chichuan turned off the TV: "I'll go and see."

In the second bedroom, Mu Shihai sat on the edge of the bed with his back to the door. Xu Chichuan walked over and sat next to him, and tugged on his sleeve: "Brother Yue scolded you?"

"My brother scolded you?"

"Did you quarrel?"

"Stomach ache? Are you full?"

"uncomfortable?"

"Sleepy?"

"Shut up," chattered endlessly, Mu Shihai was annoyed, and fiercely said with a dark face, "It's so noisy."

"Oh."

Xu Chichuan lowered his head and covered his mouth, and secretly looked at him. Mu Shihai's face darkened even more: "Shut up if you're told? Will you go if you're told to jump off a building?"

"What are you doing holding your nose? Is what I said disgusting?"

"It's not disgusting, it's not disgusting," Xu Chichuan put down his hands honestly: "Then are you still angry?"

"I am not angry."

"You have, you're not happy."

"Then do you know why I'm upset?"

"Know a little," he pointed to himself: "It feels a little bit related to me;"

Mu Shihai was speechless, Xu Chichuan fiddled with the beads on his wrist: "Don't be unhappy."

Sweat drenched the palms of the hands, and the dim light illuminated the pearls to make them shiny and round. It took a while for Mu Shihai to recover his voice: "Go to sleep."

Like is useless, love is useful.

Will Xu Chichuan understand what he doesn't know?