The canopy of daylight accumulated for twelve hours, and in the night it radiated a beautiful glow equal to that of the day.

His black hair and jet-black eyes were particularly sultry in the night, and his oversized white and blue school uniform was casually draped over his left shoulder.

Familiar along a road, to the courtyard of the Qijia Gate, the cold air was inhaled into the lungs, in front of the courtyard under the dim light gathered a group of moth insects, jumped into the beam of light, around the chaos of the place.

They may fantasize that they are summer fireflies, with their own light, like butterflies, and delusionally that they are Zhu Yingtai.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and it is when Yang Qian climbs over the wall.

* On his sleeves, on the wheat yellow forearm under the light of the moon, you can clearly see the scars that have stammered. He didn't care, and with a powerful bouncing hand gripped the edge of the wall, he took a big breath and grinded his feet against the smooth wall.

The same wide school uniform pants were stained with a little wall ash and grass clippings, and he sat on the high wall, his eyes glancing everywhere, sharp pieces of glass and beer tiles embedded in the wall, and the wall was shiny everywhere, except for the wall on his side, and there was nothing.

It was a little chilly at night.

I limped to the door, trying to close the door to keep the cold wind out, and the terrified barking of dogs came from the yard, apparently alerting the owner to something.

The height was unbearable, Yang Qian squinted his eyes, and through the floor-to-ceiling window, he seemed to see another figure. He crouched against the wall, patted the dust off his pants, and jumped.

Visibility was low at night, and I pressed the button with a sense of strangeness, and the courtyard cleared up, revealing its clear view, and for a split second, I was hit to the ground by an unknown object.

My head hit the hard marble, I let out a wail, and when I opened my eyes, my eyes blinking at the bright light from the ceiling.

I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, I was alone at home, and in a small room, I always liked to lie on the bed board that was only 1.5 meters long, looking at the light, and thinking about things that should not be thought of my peers. Until my tears fell from my headache.

I looked up, a little indistinct, and I looked closely at the creature that had fallen from the sky.

Yang Qian's good-looking brows were a little lightly crepe, and he pursed his lips.

"What are you doing, lonely men and widows?"

Vaguely as if I had heard this voice somewhere, with some provocation and disdain. I touched the back of my head, wiped my eyes as I got up, and when my eyes were clear, I roared.

"I—We don't have dry firewood!"

Yang Qian walked past Tang Xiaoyu with an arrogant expression, bent down slightly, and said in Tang Xiaoyu's ear, I didn't say that you were dry firewood just now.

Feeling the whirring breath, my ears immediately burned up, and I turned my head, but Yang Qian's deliberate teasing was close in front of me, maybe not only my ears were burned at that time, but even my brain was burned, and I subconsciously pushed him with all my might.

Looking at his body getting farther and farther away from me, I screamed from the bottom of my heart, and sure enough, if I don't do it, I won't die.

I was prepared to be in close contact with the ground again, and I didn't feel the pain of falling to the ground, and it even felt soft to the touch. The tip of the nose is wrapped with the fragrance of fried egg powder and shower gel.

In a soft voice, Qi Wenyan said with concern, "Xiaoyu, it's okay." ”

With an iodine face, I said, "Oh, it's okay. ”

"Crab crab."

Yang Qian sighed and said, "You can't die if you have rough skin and thick meat." ”

Holding the warm hand, I slowly got up, I was still a little embarrassed by the right hand that the boy had held.

Qi Wenyan let go of his hand, looked at the tears in the girl's eyes, as if returning to the first meeting, and stretched out his hand again, touched the girl's hair, got close to the girl, exhaled at the injury on the top of his head, and instructed me like a big brother, "Xiaoyu, you accompany Yang Qian to sit on the sofa for a while, and I will prepare some dinner." ”

I nodded, I had the impression that I was not such a crying child, how could I meet Qi Wenyan, and tears poured out from the bottom of my eyes.

Yang Qian looked at them, you and me, little girl, she has no face, she doesn't convex in front and doesn't warp in the back, she is a stupid high school student.

He knew that Qi Wenyan was wrapped in a mask for everyone, and it should be the same for her.

Looking at the demon on the couch, casting a deep and dissecting gaze at me, I suddenly wanted to question why he hit me and suddenly disappeared without a trace, and retreated to the sofa on the right.

I only blame myself for being unladylike.

Yang Qian was lying on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, leaning his neck, revealing a white long-necked goose, wearing a dazzling diamond on his left ear, thinking of the girl next to him, who just wanted to push me but fell down, it was really enough...... Speechless.

Even he didn't notice that he was in a restless mood, most of it was gone, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently smiled a little sweetly, probably seeing that girl's timid appearance He was very happy.

The sofa is not a bed after all, it is a little hard, Yang Qian feels that he is not so comfortable to sleep, turning over from side to side, "poof~" pain. The scars on his scalp that were originally scarred were accidentally scratched by him.

Sitting on the sofa, I was still quietly distracted, recalling again and again, the right hand that had just been held tightly by the boy, the clenched fist was released again, looking at the lines of the palm, and the thoughts drifted away, returning to the mulberry tree, lying in the boy's arms, looking at his warm face in the dazzling sun.

was broken by his displeasure, turned his head to look at him dissatisfied, and what the hell was he doing.

The visibly off-white sofa was stained with red blood.

It was clear for a moment.

Yang Qian was sleeping on the sofa with an off-white pillow at this time, the school uniform on his body had already slipped to the ground, and there were two yellow mud patches on the black short-sleeved shirt, I sighed, is it a black rose with thorns, or a beast lurking in the night.

I approached him and crouched under the couch with the bottle in my hand. Gently said to him, "Wounded beast, let the beautiful and kind princess of the jungle give you some medicine." ”

"Huh~Huh~", Yang Qian felt a cool wind above his head, he opened his narrow eyes, his pupils were extremely black, and his voice was a little hoarse, "I'm not a beast," then, I'm ...... Bad boy.

"You're like a wild boar."

In this world, only Yang Qian is so unceremonious and rude to a weak girl.

I dipped a cotton swab in the medicine, exhaled and blew on the wound and applied it.

The smell of rice came from the kitchen.

Yang Qian said, "Tang Xiaoyu, why do you have to blow it before applying medicine, don't tell me, your saliva is comparable to the living Buddha Jigong's legs stretching and staring pills." ”

Hehe, I smirked twice, "Once upon a time, someone told me that when I was hurt or hurt, it would be much better to blow it. ”

Yang Qian showed his usual expression and said, "Not only is he a short man, but he is also a fool. ”

I was silent because he told two big truths, and in fact I was powerless to refute them.

Yang Qian closed his eyes and counted the stars in his eyes, shining, within reach, fool, if that person really cares about you, why don't you apply medicine with your own hands like you did to me, just talk.

Qi Wenyan brought plates of golden egg fried rice to the restaurant.

I felt in my heart that it was really just cooking.

The two people on the sofa, one petite and cute, the other domineering and handsome, seeing this scene, Qi Wenyan felt that they should become a pair of very good friends, and said, "I'm sorry, I will only cook like this." ”

I gave him a gentle smile in return and said, "Hey, maybe it's delicious." ”

I got up, put the medicine bottle on the table, glanced at the food on the table, it was golden, and my stomach was even more hungry, I stretched out a hand, unconsciously pulled up the other one lying on the sofa, and with a little force, I pulled the boy up.

Yang Qian was still in a daze, realizing that this was an informal sister paper, got down from the sofa, picked up the school uniform that fell to the ground, and suddenly remembered that when Tang Xiaoyu helped him with medicine just now, he seemed to be kneeling in this place, looking at the school uniform in his hand, with a look of disgust.

Throw your clothes on the couch at will. When he walked to the table, his eyes always looked at Tang Xiaoyu intentionally or unintentionally.

Xiao Nizi was eating happily, she didn't feel the sharp eyes at all, and she smirked at Qiwen from time to time, did she know that her saliva was flowing to the corners of her mouth.

looked at Qi Wenyan again, he was spooning the rice, and occasionally raised his head to give Xiao Nizi a light smile.

Yang Qian snorted lightly and said to Tang Xiaoyu, "Little man, you are smiling so squeamishly, are you preparing to seduce Xiaoyan?" ”

Xiao Yan is really, and he looks like a good person to everyone.

I bowed my head, picked up food, drank water, and left, all in one go. Whatever you want.

Looking at the egg fried rice with more than half of the dishes left, Qi Wenyan guessed that she was definitely not full, and said, "Xiaobai, speak politely, I don't care what you do in front of others, in my place, if there are no rules, go back to me."

The strange thing is that Yang Qian was not annoyed, he obediently lowered his head to eat, and did not say a word, just the sound of eating was chirping, as if it was deliberate.

I muttered in my heart for a while, heavy color and light friends......

Qi Wenyan soon put down the dishes and chopsticks, cleaned up, and took me to the bedroom on the second floor.

The first time I left home, I lived somewhere else, and it wasn't a school, and I always had a strange feeling in my heart, and I couldn't go away for a long time.

He pushed open the beautifully carved wooden door, and all I could see was a pink cloud.

The pink curtains are printed with countless cute pigs, and even the carefully prepared desk is painted pink and placed on the wall facing the glass window.

The décor of the wardrobe and the bedside lamp reflect the pink intertwined morning glory.

This simply satisfies the hearts of 900 million girls in China, not luxurious but very heartwarming, and I am more rare here than the room at home.

Looking at the surprised smile on Tang Xiaoyu's face, Qi Wenyan said, "I don't know what color you like, but I think girls are always closer to pink." ”

I whispered to myself, saying, "I love it, I only dream of pink walls when I dream." ”

"These ...... Are you all for me? ”

Qi Wenyan nodded, "Well, the color of the desk was also painted by me." Seeing that I had nothing to ask, he gentlemanly closed the door and left.

I quickly stretched on the soft pink bed, remembering that the day was almost over, and I hadn't called my parents to report my safety after coming here for so long, so I got up and ran to the desk to get my schoolbag.

When I took out my phone and saw its unrecognizable screen, a sense of panic spread throughout my body, and my brain twitched, probably broken when I fell from a tree today, and I felt infinite regret in my heart.

Qi Wenyan opened his eyes, and remembered the girl's smiling side face just now, and remembered her when she was a child, exactly the same as now, stupid, especially when they ate together for the first time, when they were still a little bigger, they could eat three bowls of rice alone.

Often she only eats half a bowl of rice and pours the other half to her, she showed two tiger teeth at that time, and said to me stupidly, "You will eat meat in the future, and don't forget me." ”

Qi Wenyan smiled, lifted the quilt, got up from the bed, went down the stairs lightly, secretly went to the kitchen, poured it for nearly half an hour, took out a bottle of pure milk from the refrigerator, and put the egg fried rice on the plate.

Quietly walked upstairs and knocked on the door, making a small knocking sound.

Qi Wenyan also showed his usual smile to himself, he must have fallen asleep so late.