beautiful waste

Yan Yiwei held the gun, feeling Lu Zhuoying's intentions belatedly, but he was not sure.

It's unbelievable, and it's unimaginable that he has always regarded him as his younger brother.

Even if you think about it, it's impossible. It's impossible for him to like Lu Zhuoying who he likes. He doesn't regard him as the category of "object" he likes at all.

Because they are too similar, so similar that it is impossible for them to exist at all, just like looking in a mirror.

He knew everything about Lu Zhuoying, he could understand and feel his heart, but it was impossible for him to fall in love with him.

He will only love people like "Axue", even if it's not Axue, it's someone like Axue or his mother who has never suffered, has a good upbringing, is innocent, and makes him look up to.

He needs "them".

But Lu Zhuoying is another him.

He can be friends, brothers and partners with Lu Zhuoying, but he can't love him.

Thinking that Lu Zhuoying liked him, he was a little awkward, put down the gun, he came out, and walked to the room at the end of the corridor.

The breath inside is fatally attractive and charming to him.

He knocked lightly on the door and called out, "Axue."

No one answered him inside.

Recently, Axue has been having trouble with him and always ignores him, and he doesn't understand why.

Although the door was closed, it was not closed tightly, and there was a gap left at some point.

Lu Xueyu was terrified inside, he waited for him all day and night, didn't eat any food, and hated him to death after tossing and turning.

However, that person just knocked on the door, and it made him feel as excited and anxious as if he had revived.

He lay on the bed, covered himself with a blanket, and tried his best to suppress the little bunny in his heart.

Seeing that the door was not closed, Yan Yiwei gently pushed the door open and walked in.

Lu Xueyu's eyes closed even tighter, and she slept on the bed with her back to him.

The light in the room was not turned on, and the outside light came in dots through the window, illuminating the hazy shadow on the bed.

Yan Yiwei can probably stay by the bedside, guarding this shadow for the rest of his life.

Lu Xueyu felt the people around him sit down and look down at him.That gaze was burning, seemingly substantial, and it kept moving, hesitantly sweeping across his cheeks.

He could barely hold his breath, his eyeballs rolled and his eyelashes fluttered non-stop.

And Yan Yiwei didn't leave, so after looking at him for a while, he reached out and scraped his cheeks with the back of his hand a few times, and covered the blanket up.

Lu Xueyu's heart was about to jump out, and he thought sadly that Lu Zhuoying should not like him.

Yan Yiwei didn't bear to wake him up, and walked out.

Lu Xueyu was covered in sweat, as if she had been fished out of the water.He heard Yan Yiwei summon Wu An at the door, Wu An came up to deliver things, Yan Yiwei took the things and put them on his bedside.

He looked at him for a while, then retreated quietly, and the world returned to silence.

Lu Xueyu sat up straight with frizzy hair, the sweat on her body was a little cold, and her palms were damp.In an instant, he seemed to have experienced a sea of ​​swords and flames, which was inspiring.

He hesitated with trembling eyebrows, whether to like him, liking Yan Yiwei is a dangerous thing, it is a thing that betrays his will, and it is an extremely painful thing.

But he turned his head away, looked at the warm pumpkin porridge on the table, and grinned again, showing a crying face.

He didn't know what to do either.

He curled up on the bed with his pillow on his head, and his heart was sweet.He got up and drank two mouthfuls of porridge. It was really delicious. There are so many porridges to relieve the heat in summer. It was sweet and soft.

He drank it all in one gulp and lay back on the bed, thinking about it half the night but still couldn't figure it out, only feeling love and hate at the same time.For a while, it was so sweet that he couldn't hold back his heart, and he just wanted to go outside to have fun; for a while, he hated him so much that his teeth itch, and he only wanted him to die.

I have never been in such turbulent and violent emotions, upside down, restless, and I don't know when I fell asleep.

Little does he know, his second love has sprouted.

Different from the ignorant and ignorant first love, it was turbulent and passionate, and it came violently without warning, making him love and hate at the same time.Emotions at every moment are like this barometer, changeable.

He lay there for another night, and when he woke up the next day, the two of them went out to work again.

He moved an electric fan to blow it outside, and the small fan beat mosquitoes and flies.The weather is cooling down, but still a little hot.He was wearing a cotton and linen double-breasted pajamas, leaning on the balcony in a daze.

He looked at the sky in the distance. In the yard, the tennis court from the day before yesterday was still emitting residual heat.The sun reflected on the ground, and a few balls were left under the shadow of the trees, lonely and desolate.

He called out: "Wu An!"

Wu An immediately came in from the outside: "Master A Xue, what's wrong?"

"Bring back those balls."

"Oh!"

Wu An ran out, got under the tree, and picked up those green, elastic and durable balls.

Unexpectedly, Master A Xue cherishes things very much, these few balls are really good.

Seeing the ball, Lu Xueyu frowned and said, "You don't know how to wipe it."

"Oh!"

Wu An chuckled and rubbed violently on his body.

Lu Xueyu stared at him helplessly, took the handkerchief and wiped off the dust on it.

Just as Wu An was about to leave, he suddenly turned back: "By the way, Master A Xue, the boss told me that you can tell me what you want to eat today, or take you out to eat, just don't skip meals."

Lu Xueyu was absent-minded: "Didn't he say when he'll be back?"

"Then maybe, he and Master Zhuo have gone out to sea, there is a batch of goods coming, and we don't know when we will be back."

Lu Xueyu's heart sank instantly.

"Aren't you coming back tonight?"

"I do not know."

Lu Xueyu frowned, pinching the tennis ball.

He went out with him again, and stayed for a day or a whole night, and asked him to wait another day and night, he really couldn't wait any longer, really couldn't bear it.

He squeezed the tennis ball, unconsciously looking in the direction of the yard, eagerly expecting that person to appear.

He hasn't spoken a word to him yet.

A few days?He was in a daze waiting.

But what can you say when you see it!

Full of melancholy, let him sit on the balcony and waste time.

From morning to afternoon, from afternoon to evening.

Neither Yan Yiwei nor Lu Zhuoying returned.

They were caught by the cargo at sea, and as bosses, the two drove to the pier.

Today was different from yesterday, Yan Yiwei deliberately kept a little distance, and the two had nothing to say in the car, which made Lu Zhuoying extremely embarrassed.

He knew that after that night of drunkenness, nothing was right.

He forgot what he did that night, he just remembered it was a nightmare.He probably made a fool of himself in front of him, but he wasn't very afraid of making a fool of himself in front of him, that was another matter.

Did he find out?

Lu Zhuoying was extremely disturbed.

At this time, Yan Yiwei also hesitated.He wanted to investigate, but couldn't find out. He wanted to confirm, but it was difficult to confirm.The two of them were too busy with their affairs, and they started to resolve various disputes as soon as they went there, and they never had time to spare.And how to say it?

It's not easy for him to open his mouth.

So the two avoided each other, and came back with a strange atmosphere.

In the middle of the night, the yard was still lit.

They have been busy at the beach until now, and they came back by car together.The assistant next to him reported the specifics of the business, and the two listened absent-mindedly. Lu Zhuoying occasionally participated in the comments, and Yan Yiwei just hummed a few times.

Lu Zhuoying felt that it was too boring, so he got out of the car first, slammed the car door and was about to go into the building.

Yan Yiwei was behind and called him, "Xiao Zhuo."

Lu Zhuoying looked back at him.

The two were under the street lamp in the yard, Yan Yiwei thought about it, but didn't know what to say.

Lu Zhuoying looked at him flickeringly.

The master driver reversed the car, but he didn't see the two masters still behind, and the gap between the steering wheels, the car almost passed Lu Zhuoying.

Yan Yiwei immediately pulled him forward, pulling him in front of him.

The two took a step back close to each other, under the shadow of the lamp, they were so ambiguous.

Lu Zhuoying looked at him in panic, just like that thunderstorm day.A wet face, treating him like a savior, another face that splits only when he is vulnerable.

It was almost at this moment that Yan Yiwei was confirmed.

While the two of them were hugging there, a tennis ball suddenly pierced the sky from the night sky. After being pinched and squeezed for an unknown amount of time, it became hard and solid, and hit Yan Yiwei's head hard with a bang!

It was so painful that his head was about to be smashed open.

Lu Xueyu used to be an excellent tennis player on the school team.