The school bully I raised is blackened

Qiao Beiran moved quite quickly, and soon ran out with a back chair and a stack of plastic stools: "Sit over there, no cigarettes."

While talking, he threw the plastic stool to his brother, and took Yang Qinzhou to check the position with his eyes, and found the flattest place to put down the chair, "You sit down—come here quickly!"

He Youyan remained silent for a while, pulled out a plastic stool, glanced at Yang Qinzhou with one eye, and said to himself, "Why do you act like a son every day? Are you really addicted to being a father?"

"...Are you jealous?" Qiao Beiran's long-lasting enthusiasm was wiped out by He Youyan's words.

"No," He Youyan sat at the opposite corner of the two, tilted his head to look at the person, took out a cigarette and put it on his mouth, "You... love to raise your son and raise your son, and love to make mistakes... ...."

Yang Qinzhou raised his eyebrows, and when he had time to speak in the future, he heard He Youyan look towards Feng Zhao and said, "Zhao Zi said, I won't study, and I will go to other provinces to work in a few days."

"What do you mean? What kind of job do you have? I don't agree!"

"You're not in our class now, you don't know." He Youyan joined Qiao Beiran's team later, and he had a fight when we first met. He is more mature than Qiao Beiran, but somehow he voluntarily surrendered to be his little follower.

At this moment, He Youyan, who was smoking a cigarette and squinting his eyes in mist, made Qiao Beiran feel for the first time—growth and maturity.

"The bald man was in class every day during this time. To us, eyes are not eyes, and noses are not noses. In the last monthly exam, Zhao Zi was younger. When the test papers were handed out, the bald man said Zhao Zi in front of the whole class. It sounds so good..."

"Mal Gobi, what did he say?" Qiao Beiran glanced at Feng Zhao who was still happily ordering, and interjected, as if he was bound to ask.

"...not very good, personal attack? Is that the word? University bully?" He Youyan raised his chin at Yang Qinzhou, glanced at that pretty face with disdain, took a deep breath, and turned to Qiao Bei Ran said, "This is not the main thing. Zhaozi's mother can't find a tumor in his brain. Don't be nervous, it's benign. But it still needs to be removed by surgery. After the operation, he needs to recuperate for a while. We can't let his dad open Shop, take care of aunt again?"

Qiao Beiran's living environment was so simple that he couldn't understand what life really was like, so he pinched Yang Qinzhou's dangling wrist in a panic, and said in a daze, "I still have some money..."

"Brother Ran, money is a good thing, but you have to have money to have a way out." He Youyan stood up and wiped out the burning eyes near the end, and glanced at the hands that were intersected by the two in the dark light, "I Go and cross out a few dishes, or else you won’t be able to eat and walk away.”

Qiao Beiran was burned by the unexplainable gaze, and quickly withdrew her hand and put it back in her pocket.

Winter is coming, and the temperature will drop a lot on nights when there is no sunlight.Qiao Beiran lowered his head and closed his coat by himself. Then, as if thinking about something, he stood up and unzipped it, "Is it cold? I'll give you my coat to wear?"

Yang Qinzhou kept watching him, as if there was no change from before, stood up and closed Qiao Beiran's coat, and said lightly, "Put it on yourself, that table, I'm leaving soon."

"I..." Qiao Beiran didn't dare to look at Yang Qinzhou, staring at the toes of the two facing each other, a little helpless, "I don't like... this."

"It won't happen in the future..." I will protect you and everyone you want to protect.

Except for Feng Zhao, everyone did not enjoy this meal very happily.When it came time to part, Feng Zhao said with a smile what Qiao Beiran had been unwilling to face.

"Anyway, in the future, I will definitely be the big boss! When the time comes, you all come to rely on me, and I will support you!"

The wind won't blow away Feng Zhao's bluff, he is still saying: "Like the elder nephew, he must be a social elite, and I will recruit him as soon as he leaves university! Brother Ran will do idle work, and he will give me and the elder nephew every day. When delivering meals, big eyes are in charge of the finances, anyway, he is so stingy, I will cross off all the Gudong fish tonight!"

Qiao Beiran kicked Feng Zhao: "Who do you look down on? Why should I be a nanny!"

"Because you're lucky!" Feng Zhao patted the non-existent ashes on his buttocks, and looked at Qiao Beiran with bright eyes, "Although there are always troubles at home, Grandma Yang will help you block them, and now the eldest nephew takes care of them." Great, really lucky!"

Qiao Beiran was a little stunned. No one said he was lucky for more than ten years. How pitiful a child without father and mother is!Everyone around him said so, and he thought so too, but tonight he couldn't refute Feng Zhao's words.

The hardships of life, it seems that someone has always blocked him.

On the way back, only Yang Qinzhou was still by Qiao Beiran's side. He didn't speak all the way, but stared at him intently, giving others a space that was both private and not lonely.

The late-night bus was like a rare ghost. Even though Qiao Beiran and Yang Qinzhou stood in the cold wind for more than half an hour, they didn't see a single shadow.

Yang Qinzhou was not in a hurry, and stood beside Qiao Beiran, rubbing his shoulders, and finally waited until the person pretending to be an ostrich sniffed, then quietly reached out and slowly slid his hand into the opponent's pocket.

After interlocking his fingers, Qiao Beiran tightly squeezed Yang Qinzhou's slightly cold hand: "Cold?"

Yang Qinzhou glanced at him, led the man to hide behind the stop sign, and pressed him against the iron railing in the back row with his empty hand, "This way it won't be cold."

As he spoke, he gently hugged Qiao Beiran's shoulders and pulled him into his arms.

Qiao Beiran's bewildered spirit was gradually soothed by Yang Qinzhou's hand stroking his hair, he sucked his big nose, completely spread his legs, and stuffed his head into the opponent's arms.

"That's enough, just hug me, don't take the opportunity to rub my snot all over my body."

"Hmph, hum," Qiao Beiran yelled softly and strangely in a soft nasal voice, and rubbed his face against Yang Qinzhou even more vigorously, "I just rub it, just rub it!"

"Don't rub around, it's a little itchy..."

Yang Qinzhou's shaking chest with a smile made Qiao Beiran feel particularly safe, and the last shame of being "Ran's father" was gone.Let go of your arms, pin Yang Qinzhou's right hand, and wrap your arms around the other's waist: "Unhappy."

Yang Qinzhou was happy to pamper him, lowered his head, his lips brushed over the top of the other's head, and asked softly: "Then what should I do?"

"Beat people! Fight!"

"..." Well, you are still brother Ran!

"I kicked the old bald man so hard that he fell to the wall and couldn't even unbutton it!!!" Qiao Beiran's voice was muffled, with a strong nasal voice, "Then he was arrested and beaten, and he was beaten so badly. Call 'Daddy'!"

"He doesn't always call you daddy?"

"Huh~ Next time we meet, let him call you 'mother'." Qiao Beiran held Yang Qinzhou, raised his head slowly, his gurgling eyes were darkened by the water mist, and looked at each other for a long while, before fainting Opened the mouth and said, "I feel uncomfortable, I need to kiss to get better!"

"Just kiss?"

"...Then, kiss?"

"Speak normally, don't be greasy!" Yang Qinzhou, with goosebumps all over his body, leaned against Qiao Beiran's head, and bowed his head, "You have to stick out your tongue for the first kiss."

The long-arriving bus came and went with dazzling headlights, the light flashed by, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.Qiao Beiran held Yang Qinzhou in his arms, leaned against the bus stop sign, and waited for his hot lips to leave before slowly opening his eyes: "Looking at you like this, you seem to love me very much..."

Yang Qinzhou smiled noncommittally, then lowered his head again on Qiao Bei's bright red lips, and "tweeted": "You think so, so be it."

"...The voice is so loud," Qiao Beiran smacked his mouth twice, and snickered, "It really is 'Dabo'~"

The author has something to say: Feng Zhao: Sure enough, I am your excuse for kissing! ! !