The moment Zhou Lin yelled these words, Tang Junhe was suffocated, and his heart was suddenly lifted.

Yang Xuan stopped, turned around and looked at them.

Tang Junhe almost forgot to break free from Zhou Lin's hand clamping his wrist, holding his breath and waiting for Yang Xuan's reaction.

Zhou Lin didn't expect Yang Xuan to turn around, so he paused in fright and let go of Tang Junhe's jaw.

Yang Xuan stared at them for a few seconds, but did not move. He just took out the black mobile phone from his pocket, held it up, and took a photo of the two people in the corner.

The dazzling flash forced Tang Junhe to squint his eyes, and couldn't help but tilt his head to one side.

After the flash light dimmed, Yang Xuan put the phone back, then turned and left. On the contrary, Ying Hui was stunned for two seconds, then quickly turned around and followed.

Tang Junhe's heart hanging in his throat fell back heavily and silently, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

At that second just now, he was really looking forward to something. Maybe they were expecting Yang Xuan to rush over to help him push Zhou Lin away like he did when he was a child, and then they could restore the close brotherly relationship they had ten years ago.

This expectation was so strong that at that moment he almost let go of all his resistance, and even hoped that Zhou Lin would do more and be more shameless, so as to completely anger Yang Xuan and force him to admit that the blood between them was thicker than that of Zhou Lin. The entanglement of water.

He saw Ying Hui turning her head and talking to Yang Xuan, and then they turned into a side alley and disappeared.

"That's not your brother at all." Zhou Lin posted closer, his tone became more unscrupulous, "He took a picture of us, will he send it to your classmates? If you send it to your classmates, they will know that you are mine…"

Tang Junhe felt something on his lower body pressing against him, he vaguely guessed what it was, and then felt a strong sense of vomiting from his stomach.

Taking advantage of Zhou Lin's relaxation of vigilance, he quickly grabbed Zhou Lin's shoulder with the other hand, raised his leg and gave him a hard push against his lower abdomen. Zhou Lin suddenly felt the pain, and loosened the hand holding Tang Junhe, and let out a muffled groan in his throat.

Tang Junhe took advantage of the situation and held the schoolbag strap, swung the heavy schoolbag towards his face with all his strength, and then kicked Zhou Lin **** his calves twice when he stepped back.

"Listen well, I'm not 10 years old now, I'm 16 years old," he said while holding his left wrist, staring at Zhou Lin's face distorted by pain with cold eyes, and said that sentence in his mind It has been fermented for a long time, and I feel the most vicious words, "I already have the strength to kill you, and even if I kill you, I will not be sentenced to death."

After saying this, Tang Junhe put his schoolbag back on his shoulder and walked away quickly. He didn't take the road that Yang Xuan and Ying Hui took—it was the first time he came here, and he had never walked that path, so he had to go back to school first, and then take the bus home.

Because of the sudden pain, Zhou Lin suddenly sobered up. He clutched the painful part in a daze for a few seconds, and then he seemed to be a different person suddenly, chasing after him in a panic, trying to beg Tang Junhe's forgiveness: "Xiaohe, I, I drank too much at night, I didn't expect that I would do those things just now, I'm sorry, Xiaohe, I, I just want to come and see you, today Friday, I finally took half a day off, I..."

Scattered passers-by on the street looked at them curiously, looking at this extremely beautiful boy and the seemingly honest and harmless man following behind him, that man bowed his knees like a stray dog.

"Stay away from me," Tang Junhe stopped, staring at him and warned, "If you follow me again, next time I will really stab you to death with a knife, and then stab myself to death."

His expression didn't look like he was joking, so that Zhou Lin was a little frightened by him, and stopped in a daze, watching Tang Junhe walking faster and faster, and then ran across the road.

***

"Did you see, they seemed to be holding hands just now." Turning to the alley, Ying Hui spoke in a low voice.

Yang Xuan seemed a little absent-minded, and said, "I didn't pay attention."

"You said, they wouldn't be like Li Sijia and Zhang Chunlan, would they?" Ying Hui continued hesitantly, "It's the two boys from the music class... you know about them, right?"

Yang Xuan was inexplicably annoyed. Even if he had no other special feelings about Yingu before, he didn't feel annoyed at all.

"Isn't that Feng Bo and the others?" Yang Xuan raised his chin not far away, "Hurry up, Chen Hao is close to your house, so we can take a taxi together."

"Ah..." Ying Hui's tone sounded a bit unwilling, "But I don't want to take a taxi with Chen Hao, he's a bit annoying."

"Go." Yang Xuan tried his best to suppress the irritability in his heart. That sentence just now seemed to have exhausted his patience, so much so that he didn't want to say another word.

"What about you?" Ying Hui looked up at him.

"I'm not on your way." Yang Xuan said.

"Okay." Ying Hui lowered her head, pursed her lips, and ran towards the people in front.

After Ying Hui left, Yang Xuan leaned his back against the wall, lit a cigarette and smoked, then took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the photo he just took, and flicked the screen with his index and middle fingers , zoom in on the two people in the photo.

Are you really in love? Like the relationship between Li Sijia and Zhang Chunlan in the music class? He frowned slightly.

He bit the cigarette, and swiped his index finger on the photo again. Because of the poor lighting, the photo was not very clear, but he could vaguely see that the two hands were not held together, but were of one person. Hand holds another person's wrist.

There was an indescribable sense of incongruity in the standing posture of these two people. Not to mention that his half-brother has really grown up to be a homosexual in the past ten years—even if it is true, it shouldn't be so bad-sighted, right?

Yang Xuan turned off the screen, put it back in his pocket, exhaled a long puff of cigarettes, then stood up straight from the wall, and returned the same way.

Let's go and have a look, Yang Xuan thought while lowering his head and smoking a cigarette, and meddle in his own business one more time.

As soon as he turned the corner, he realized that there was no one there just now.

left already?

Yang Xuan walked over and looked around - no one was there, compared to the alley just now, the street in front of the bar was brightly lit, if he walked through that road, nothing would happen.

I was not far away just now, and I didn't hear any violent disputes from here—if there was danger, at least there would be a little noise, right?

Yang Xuan stood where the two people stood just now, finished smoking a cigarette, threw the cigarette **** into the trash can, and then walked back home along the street in front of the bar.

"Why did you come back?" Tang Xiaonian helped Tang Junhe take the schoolbag off his shoulder.

If he didn't say hello to Yang Chengchuan, Yang Chengchuan, the third in command of the city government, would naturally not lower his face to get close to him again and again - even his youngest son, there is no need to lower his posture so low. So in this family, Tang Junhe and Yang Chengchuan are sometimes like two strangers who don't know each other.

Tang Xiaonian was about to help him take off his school uniform, but Tang Junhe stopped her: "I'll go back to my room and take it off by myself."

"It's different where you take it off." Tang Xiaonian followed him into the room and helped him put his schoolbag on the chair in front of the desk. "Going out with classmates at night?"

Tang Junhe grabbed the cuff of his school uniform and said, "Yes."

He thought that Tang Xiaonian was going to nag him about the things that told him to go home early, and he was ready to ignore them, but unexpectedly Tang Xiaonian said: "I just arrived in a new environment, it's good to get in touch with my classmates more, and have dinner at night." Are you full? What did you eat?"

Tang Junhe said: "It's all Western food, steak, French fries, and salad."

"Will you be full after eating those? Do you want me to order some noodles for you?"

"I'm very full."

Tang Xiaonian walked to his side, bent down and whispered into his ear, "Yang Xuan has gone too?"

Tang Junhe looked up at her and said, "Yes."

"He's not coming back tonight?" Tang Xiaonian continued to lower his voice, afraid that Yang Chengchuan in the living room would hear it.

Tang Junhe said, "I don't know."

"It's better if you don't come back." After Tang Xiaonian finished speaking, he rubbed Tang Junhe's hair, "Hurry up and change into your pajamas, take off your school uniform and wash it for you tomorrow."

"understood."

After Tang Xiaonian walked out, Tang Junhe quietly walked to the door, locked the door, and then sat back on the bed and took off his school uniform.

He was wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt under his school uniform. On that bare white arm, the bruises on his wrists were particularly eye-catching.

When he was downstairs just now, he lifted up the cuffs of his school uniform and looked carefully at the dim streetlights—as expected, he was pinched blue.

Tang Junhe's skin is tender and tender, and he has never suffered under Tang Xiaonian's pampering. Everyday bumps and bumps will leave marks on his skin, not to mention that Zhou Lin just clamped him with such a strong hand .

He found a long-sleeved pajamas and put them on to cover the bruises on his wrists.

Tang Xiaonian cared about him in every possible way, if she had just taken off her school uniform jacket in front of her, she would have made a fuss, and then she would have asked endless questions, Tang Junhe thought.

He couldn't let Tang Xiaonian know that Zhou Lin was still following him, so he could only lie to her.

After Tang Junhe changed into his pajamas, he opened the door and walked out from the bedroom. Tang Xiaonian sat on the sofa and called him, "Come and eat some fruit."

"Eat in a while." Tang Junhe responded and went into the bathroom.

He turned on the faucet and flushed water on his wrist, then squeezed a large amount of hand sanitizer onto the bruise on his wrist, rubbed it repeatedly many times, rinsed it against the faucet, and then squeezed some more, rubbing his wrist While thinking, what would Yang Xuan do with that photo?

If it's for the classmates in the class, it's okay—thanks to Zhou Lin, he has long been immune to other people's pointing, and he has never had any high expectations for the so-called friendship between classmates. Thinking about it this way, there seems to be nothing to be afraid of.

Tang Junhe washed his hands under the water again, opened the door and walked to the living room, picked up the fruit plate that Tang Xiaonian had cut for him, and sat down in the corner of the sofa to eat.

"Eat more pears, don't you don't like them," Tang Xiaonian said next to him, "Clear the fire, don't just eat mangoes and strawberries, eat them all—"

Just as he was talking, the door opened, and Yang Xuan pushed it open and walked in.

Yang Chengchuan glanced back and said, "I still know how to come back."

Tang Xiaonian's expression was unnatural for a moment, and then he smiled a little to greet Yang Xuan: "Xiaoxuan is back? Do you want to eat fruit?"

Yang Xuan ignored anyone and went back to his room.

Tang Xiaonian continued what he said just now: "Choosy, I tell you to eat more pears..."

As soon as he entered the room, the phone rang, and it was the sound of a text message.

Yang Xuan sat on the bed, took out his mobile phone, and listened to Tang Xiaonian's nagging in the living room, feeling extremely annoyed.

The text message was sent by Feng Bo: "Brother Xuan, are you home yet?"

"Here we are." Yang Xuan replied. After the text message was sent, he saw a string of unfamiliar numbers under the dialog box with Feng Bo, and the line displayed under the number was not sent by him.

— It was sent by Tang Junhe, he quickly thought. He lent his mobile phone to Yin Cong at night, and Yin Cong gave it to Tang Junhe.

The line read: "Mom, some classmates celebrate their birthdays. My classmates and I went out for dinner. We will go home later."

Explained so clearly? Cause, effect, character—it really doesn’t grow up. Yang Xuan thought of the scene where Tang Xiaonian put cream on Tang Junhe, and sneered in his heart,

He didn't know why he went back an hour ago to see if something happened to his half-brother—maybe Tang Junhe and Tang Xiaonian couldn't be separated to see, Tang Junhe was Tang Xiaonian The small oil bottle is her accessory.

She is also an accomplice to evil.

That night, Tang Junhe suffered from insomnia.

When he thought of the thing that Zhou Lin was on his leg, he couldn't help but feel sick again and again. Why did Zhou Lin have this kind of desire for him? What is this... libido? Do you look like a woman?

Tang Junhe tossed and turned until midnight, and went to the bathroom with his slippers on. He looked at his face carefully in the mirror, did he look like a woman? Like a woman? But women don't have an Adam's apple, and women don't grow so tall. Women have breasts, right? He looked down at his chest, which was flat—how could it look like a woman?

He scratched his hair, maybe he should shave his head bald?

But Tang Xiaonian will ask again, and she will go crazy for it - he is Tang Xiaonian's most satisfying work, whether it is appearance, height or study. She will go crazy if any one is destroyed, Tang Junhe thought with some headaches.

He thought for a long time but couldn't come up with any perfect solution, so he could only open the bathroom door and go back to his room. After taking two steps, he stopped - Yang Xuan's door was not closed.

The door that had always been closed was wide open at this moment, and he saw Yang Xuan standing in front of the window—that window was also wide open, and the cold wind was blowing in. There is no moon tonight, and the room is dark, only the back of Yang Xuan lying by the window can be vaguely seen.

He smelled the faint smell of smoke. Yang Xuan is smoking.

Tang Junhe didn't know why he stopped, he stood quietly and looked at the back, as if he saw himself.

Yang Xuan seemed to have sensed the gaze on his back, he turned around suddenly, leaning against the window sill, and looked at Tang Junhe as well.

They looked at each other for a while, then Yang Xuan stubbed out the cigarette and walked towards him.

Tang Junhe felt a sudden nervousness, but he seemed unable to move, so he could only stand quietly, waiting for Yang Xuan to approach step by step.

"What are you looking at?" Yang Xuan walked up to him, looked at him and asked. His voice was deep and deep, sounding hoarse.

Tang Junhe said, "Look at you."

Yang Xuan looked closely into his eyes: "Aren't you sleepwalking?"

Tang Junhe smelled the smell of tobacco in his nostrils—strangely, he didn't find this smell very annoying, but felt a little pleasant. Yang Xuan was too close to him, he turned his face away uncomfortably: "No, I'm awake."

Yang Xuan stretched out his hand, turned his chin, and let him look at him: "Guess what I'm thinking?"

Tang Junhe didn't resist, he looked at Yang Xuan silently.

"I was wondering," Yang Xuan said, "if your mother saw the photo I took tonight, how would she react."

Tang Junhe's heart was beating chaotically, heavy and light, and he tried his best to pretend to be calm—he happened to be good at this way: "What do you want her to react?"

"I hope," Yang Xuan's tone sounded calm and cruel, "she is just like my mother, insane, in pain, and trying to commit suicide."