between men

Where are your five comrades in arms? ’ I said to James, ‘Haven’t seen them for a few days and you just threw them away? "

Danny interrupted, "They were here yesterday, but you didn't see it in your sleep, and they said you looked like little James—"

"Danny!" James turned his head and interrupted him, "Can't you talk less? I'm hungry, help me buy some lunch, thank you."

Danny patted his head, then walked out in response, James turned his head to look at me, I hurriedly shifted my gaze from the back of his head to the ceiling.

"Look at me," he patted my head. "I've grown a beard and I haven't shaved it. Is that why you have been refusing to meet my eyes for the last three days?"

Well, he has a beard, I didn't realize that... I smiled at him, and then tried to pull my hand out again. I did this many times, and he was obviously prepared-the first time he almost Let go, and later no matter what situation I tried to withdraw my hand, he could react in time.

He held that hand tightly, and I looked at him distressedly, and he sat on the bed from the chair at this time.

"You should come down and walk around for a while," he looked into my eyes, "otherwise what should I do if I forget to walk?"

Mrs. Rachel came in with something at this time, and she walked to the bed, "Come over, James, I want to show him a picture of little James."

James stopped her, "Why are you crazy?"

"No one decides his choice, James," Rachel said defiantly, "and you have to admit, you're obsessed with it."

"No, I didn't—" James denied, "then why held his hand for a week?" Mrs. Rachel raised her eyebrows, "You never have a solution to this kind of thing, James, and he What's the difference?"

After speaking, Mrs. Rachel put the thing in her hand in front of me. It was a photo album. James looked a little strange, as if he didn't want to see this photo album.

I looked at him, "I don't know what you guys are talking about, but obviously you don't want me to look at the picture, so - I..."

"Don't ask for his opinion, little lunatic," Mrs. Rachel still likes to call me. "Just open it and James will just watch."

So I opened the photo album, the first page was a photo of James and a guy with gray eyes, who looked like an American, I looked at James wonderingly, his eyes were fixed on the door, I had no choice but to Then scroll down.

The photos below are almost all photos of James and this person. Only a few of them show the shadow of Mrs. Rachel. When I closed the album, I couldn’t understand what Mrs. Rachel wanted me to see. Does she want me to know about James' affairs?

Soon, Mrs. Rachel answered my doubts, opened the first page, pointed to the person and said: "This is James Loveant Jr., or James Rachel Jr., he is That wretch who was killed by the bomb."

Still don't quite get it...

After Mrs. Rachel finished speaking, she stopped talking. She wanted me to figure it out by myself. I took the photo album and looked at it carefully, thinking that I had seen him?It doesn't make sense - I should remember such a guy with personality, right?The photo shows a tattoo on his right hand that reads JRL.

James' hand tightened around me and seemed to tremble again, and I fought back the pain as I continued to look at the photo.

But that's all for the photo. Have I seen the white short-sleeve with stripes on him?Or his unidentifiable gold watch?

This man is little James!I thought, how did I ever meet him?What is Mrs. Rachel trying to tell me with this photo?Mrs. Rachel—wait!etc!A flash of light suddenly flashed in my mind, and I looked at the photo carefully.

That's right!Gray eyes, straight features, I've never seen him, and I've never found anything like him in me—that—then why does everyone say I look like little James?

I suddenly raised my head and looked at Mrs. Rachel. James suddenly grabbed my hand very hard. I let out a cry of pain and pulled it back reflexively, but he held it tightly.

"It's not like that!" I said confused, and Mrs. Rachel looked at me with a smile on her face. "You got the point, Yuan." She said, "But this is little James, he is my son, but--"

"Stop talking!" James stood up suddenly, he picked me up and walked out, I didn't react. "You say hello to Wind Wolf, just say he's fine, and then help him go through the discharge procedures——Danny," he shouted at Danny, who was walking forward with a lunch box, "let's go back, he doesn't need to stay Here it is."

Danny rubbed his head, and then pushed the elevator door open again. Mrs. Rachel didn't stop him, and he carried me all the way to the parking lot.

"You drive, Danny," he tossed the key to him, Danny grabbed it, and he continued to remind: "Don't try to turn on the music, and don't try to drive the speed above 100."

Danny nodded again and again. James stuffed me into the car first, but still didn't let go of his hand. He then climbed up, and the car door was closed by him with a snap.

"Do you have to hold my hand?" I looked at him dumbfounded, and when the car started, he leaned over and put his arms around my shoulders, "When I don't want to touch your shoulders along your hand, then from When your shoulder touches your whole body, I must hold your hand."

I took one look at Danny, who was unresponsive, and James explained that he was used to it.

"Danny, are you so generous?" I asked him with a smile, Danny shrugged, and he stared straight ahead.

"Honestly," he said, "I wish he'd pulled you into a threesome, because that's -- oh -- it hurts, James!"

James had just thrown his leather shoes at his head, and he clapped his hands: "I think you'd like it to hurt more."

Danny stuck out his tongue, and then drove on the highway. James hugged me and obviously wanted to say something, but for some reason he always opened his mouth and then closed it, and I didn't know what he wanted to say What happened, so I had to pretend not to see it.

After more than two hours, the car drove to the front of the house. Danny is much better than my road idiot. He can still remember the road after driving from such a far place, unlike me, as long as the scenery on both sides of the road is the same. Just don't know the way.

James opened the door with a smile. Xiaolan has filled James' kitchen to the brim these days. When we entered, she was standing by the table, looking at me nervously.

"What's the matter, girl?" James walked over and patted her on the head. I went to the sofa and looked at her, and found Danny's secret little bag on the chair beside her.

"Xiaolan, you won't open Danny's backpack just because you've taken a fancy to him, right?" I joked, but Danny was sweating coldly at this moment, he held my hand tightly, and I felt a little nervous. Strange: "What's the matter? Sudden flu is not like this, James, did you scare him just now?"

James casually took an apple from the sofa and threw it over, and then he walked into the kitchen, Xiaolan glanced at James at this time, and then she said to me: "I looked at his backpack, but not because of his stature, his knapsack fell upstairs last night with a rolling pin in it."

Danny's hand holding me was getting closer and closer. I saw that he was sweating profusely and almost fainted, so I took the other hand and put it on his forehead. Body temperature is not good at all.

"This gentleman," Xiaolan squinted her eyes, and then she turned her head to James, Danny suddenly pulled me up, he put his arms around my neck, and held a knife in his other hand.

James came out of the kitchen at this time, and he frowned when he saw the situation: "What's wrong with you? Anti-bandit exercise?"

"No!" Danny yelled, looking very emotional, "I'm getting out of here because—because my mother called and told me that a relative died, so—so—so I need to go back."

"Do you think I won't let you go?" James said amusedly. Danny then slowly carried me towards the door. I patted his hand, indicating that his fruit knife had been stuck on the door. on my neck.

"Sorry," he said to me, "I just gotta get out, I just-"

"He takes drugs!" Xiaolan picked up the backpack suddenly, and James quickly walked to her side to take the backpack, and then took out a bag of flour-like things from it.

"Daniel, put him down." James said with a serious expression, his hand slowly reached his waist.

"Don't take the gun!" Danny shook his head vigorously. I heard the door slam softly, and then I saw James wink behind me.

"Put the knife down, Daniel," he held up his hand. "I'm not taking the gun. I can throw the bag over there. You put him down first, okay?"

"Back!" Danny shook his head vigorously. His head was sweating more and more. James raised his hands and slowly retreated into the kitchen. "You go in too," he said to Xiaolan.

After Xiaolan also went into the kitchen, he breathed a sigh of relief and put down the knife, but then he fell down with a muffled sound. I was startled by him, and when I looked back, I saw Mrs. Rachel Shaking his phone.

"Got it," she said to the kitchen, "come out and throw this guy on the couch—I have to say, James, pick someone