At the last moment when he was about to be late, Fan Yuan woke up Gu Yang, and the two of them quickly packed up, had breakfast, and took the bus to school.
Zhuo Wan was no longer surprised by Fan Yuan's punctuality in arriving at class. As long as he was not late, she would just turn a blind eye.
When Fan Yuan returned to his seat, he put little Gu Yang into the dining table. Gu Yang was sitting there, holding his little collar and sulking.
Because he would grow bigger, Fan Yuan thought that he could not control when he would grow bigger, so he did not allow little Gu Yang to wear the small collar, fearing that something might happen to him when he grew bigger.
Fan Yuan had already made up his mind, and no matter how much Gu Yang tried to persuade him, he couldn't convince Fan Yuan, so at this moment he could only hold his little collar and sulk, his two short legs crossed together, his cheeks almost puffed up with anger.
During the quiet morning self-study session, Pan Fei from the front row secretly passed something over. It was a beautifully wrapped gift box, about a size larger than an A4 paper, with a sticky note covered in words stuck on it.
"Thank you for your help on my last birthday. I've always wanted to thank you but didn't know how to say it, so I made this. I hope you like it and say hello to Gu Yang for me."
When Gu Yang saw Pan Fei handing him something, he put down the small collar in his arms, stood up, ran to the table and stood on tiptoe to take a look.
Fan Yuan reached out to take Gu Yang, put him on the table, put the gift box next to Gu Yang, and gave it to him to open it himself.
Gu Yang immediately lay on it, stretched out his short hands and began to unwrap the gift box.
Although he is small, he is very agile and tore open the wrapping paper in just a few seconds, revealing the gift box inside.
Fan Yuan helped him open the gift box and revealed the contents.
It was a framed painting, depicting Fan Yuan and Gu Yang.
Gu Yang pressed his hands on the glass of the painting and couldn't help but let out a "Wow".
In the painting, Fan Yuan and Gu Yang were seen facing each other and looking into the distance. Although they were facing each other, their hands were held together.
Under the feet of the two people, there were two roads stretching into the distance.
Under Fan Yuan's feet was a dark path like an abyss, while under Gu Yang's feet was a warm, scorching red path. The two roads were originally non-intersecting, but now they overlapped and entangled under the feet of the two people.
At Pan Fei's last birthday party, Fan Yuan's desperate look in the fight left a deep impression on Pan Fei. It allowed her to get a glimpse of the unknown side of their perfect male god, Class Leader Fan, hidden under the mask.
Gu Yang's attention was drawn to the painting at the moment. He pressed the glass frame of the painting and looked at it carefully from top to bottom, praising it as he looked at it, and kept talking:
"Pan Fei is such a talented girl, so amazing, she seems to know everything!"
Fan Yuan was looking at the painting on the table, or to be more precise, at little Gu Yang lying on the painting.
He tapped the edge of the table with his fingertips, making a sound to attract Gu Yang's attention. When Gu Yang looked over, he asked him:
"Do you like painting?"
Gu Yang nodded vigorously: "I like it, look how well it's drawn."
Fan Yuan got the answer but didn't say anything else, as if he was just asking casually.
Gu Yang didn't care. He climbed up from the painting, crawled to the table, and pointed at the small collar on the table.
"Fan Yuan, pass that to me."
Fan Yuan glanced at the small collar thrown on the table. Gu Yang had been sulking about this all morning, and now he wanted it again.
"You can't wear it." Fan Yuan didn't move.
Gu Yang was no longer angry. After listening to Fan Yuan's words, he shook his little head and held Fan Yuan's fingertips and shook them in a flattering manner.
"I don't want to wear it, just give it to me."
Fan Yuan then took the small collar from the table and handed it to Gu Yang. Gu Yang held his small collar and waved at Fan Yuan with a mysterious look on his face.
The desk was blocked by fallen textbooks, so no one could see the little Gu Yang sitting on Fan Yuan's desk.
Fan Yuan lowered his head slightly and moved closer, wanting to see what Gu Yang was going to do.
Gu Yang stood up holding the small collar, walked to Fan Yuan and sat down again.
He placed the small collar on his legs and reached out to hold Fan Yuan's fingertips. His two small hands moved around Fan Yuan's fingers, as if measuring the size.
After a while, Gu Yang picked up the small collar and carefully put it on Fan Yuan's ring finger. He adjusted the size of the collar's edge, then looked up at Fan Yuan, then lowered his head, pouting his little mouth, and kissed Fan Yuan's ring finger.
"Since I can't wear it now, I'll put it on you. Promise me you won't take it off!"
Gu Yang held Fan Yuan's fingers tightly with his two little hands and looked at him expectantly.
Fan Yuan moved his fingertips, feeling the presence of the collar on his fingers, and agreed.
"Okay, I won't take it off."
Gu Yang immediately laughed, lowered his head and put his little face on the back of Fan Yuan's hand, rubbing it dependently.
"Keep your word!"
The painting given by Pan Fei was put back into the gift box and carefully placed on the table, while the small necklace given by Fan Yuan to Gu Yang was moved from Gu Yang's neck to Fan Yuan's own finger.
Gu Yang was very satisfied with this. Even when Fan Yuan fed him lunch at noon, he happily ate a lot more.
After lunch, the two men came out of the storage room and saw several people fighting at the corner.
It was said to be a fight, but in fact it was three people beating up one person unilaterally. The person being beaten lay on the ground with his head in his hands, not saying a word.
Fan Yuan and Gu Yang were not nosy people, and they originally planned to leave the group. However, when they passed by them, Gu Yang hid in Fan Yuan's neck and looked down, and saw that the person lying on the ground with his eyes closed and not saying a word was Wang Hang.
Wang Hang is Yuan Guyang's good friend. He accompanies Yuan Guyang in fighting, skipping classes and causing trouble. Although they are friends who do bad things together, he is usually a bit silly.
After Gu Yang came here, except for the beginning, he hadn't contacted Wang Hang for a long time.
Seeing that the person being beaten was Wang Hang, Gu Yang couldn't help but pull the hair on Fan Yuan's cheek.
"Fan Yuan! Wait a minute!"
Shangshu High School is a private high school. In addition to the top few classes with excellent academic performance, there are also classes that gather students with various problems. Wang Hang is in one of those classes.
Originally, Yuan Gu Yang should have been in there, but Yuan Gu Yang's parents doted on their child too much and donated several teaching buildings to squeeze Gu Yang into a class.
The students who beat people up obviously knew Fan Yuan. After all, Fan Yuan was a well-known all-around male god in the school. Besides that, Fan Yuan's family background was also something they couldn't afford to mess with.
Seeing Fan Yuan stop and look like he was going to meddle in other people's business, the three of them stopped, spat at Wang Hang who was lying on the ground, and then left reluctantly.
After the people walked away, Wang Hang got up from the ground with a numb face. When he saw Fan Yuan, obvious hostility immediately appeared on his face.
Fan Yuan just glanced at Wang Hang lightly and turned away.
Wang Hang looked at Fan Yuan's figure gradually walking away, and suddenly called out to Fan Yuan.
"Fan Yuan!"
Fan Yuan stopped but did not look back at him.
Gu Yang nestled in Fan Yuan's neck a little nervously and looked back at Wang Hang.
What is Wang Hang going to do? Is he going to cause trouble for Fan Yuan
Unexpectedly, Wang Hang mentioned Gu Yang to Fan Yuan:
"Fan Yuan, don't think you understand Gu Yang. Although Gu Yang seems to have a good relationship with you now, I know him. He is not a good kid like you! He will come back to be with me sooner or later! He is just temporarily interested in the lives of good kids like you!"
Fan Yuan finally turned around and glanced at Wang Hang calmly:
"Yeah."
Wang Hang clenched his fists and shouted:
"Of course! Gu Yang will get tired of the life of good kids like you sooner or later!"
Gu Yang, however, was tense all over and sat stiffly in the crook of Fan Yuan's neck.
Obviously, Fan Yuan's "Is that so?" was not directed to Wang Hang, but to Gu Yang.
Gu Yang leaned forward, pressed close to Fan Yuan's ear, and whispered earnestly:
"I didn't, Fan Yuan, don't listen to his nonsense, you know me best!"
Fan Yuan didn't say anything else. Feeling the hot breath of little Gu Yang blowing against his ears, he raised his hand to grab little Gu Yang from the neck, stuffed him into his pocket, and held him tightly in his palm. His expression didn't change much, but it was frightening.
Will you go back sooner or later
Fan Yuan slightly tightened the strength in his hands, forcing Gu Yang to stay in his palms without any possibility of resistance.
Gu Yang was held obediently by Fan Yuan. He quite liked Fan Yuan holding him tightly, which was warm and comfortable. In addition, he had just eaten and felt sleepy after a while. Before the two of them walked back to the classroom, Gu Yang had fallen asleep in Fan Yuan's pocket.
Returning to the classroom, Fan Yuan took Gu Yang out of his pocket and saw Gu Yang sleeping soundly in his palm with his little head tilted, his little mouth slightly open and saliva about to flow down.
Fan Yuan thought of Wang Hang's words again, looked at the unsuspecting little Gu Yang sleeping in his palm, and let out a sigh of relief.
Gu Yang was awakened by Fan Yuan's fingertips not long after he fell asleep. He was forced to study on the table feeling aggrieved. He held a tall pen in his arms and scribbled on the paper angrily. He accidentally tore the paper with the tip of the pen. He looked up at Fan Yuan guiltily, and seeing that Fan Yuan was listening to the class seriously, he put down the pen in his arms, quietly moved forward, and sat on the torn area to press it, trying to cover up his mistake.
Fan Yuan saw what Gu Yang did, but he didn't intend to expose him.
As a result, when Fan Yuan was about to turn the page, the place where Gu Yang was pressing could no longer be hidden. The small body was pushed away by Fan Yuan's fingertips, revealing a big hole underneath.
Gu Yang sat nearby nervously, ready for Fan Yuan to scold him, but Fan Yuan calmly turned to the next page and said nothing.
Seeing Fan Yuan start to study seriously again, Gu Yang breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest.
At this moment, Fan Yuan suddenly pushed little Gu Yang down on the table and rubbed his fingertips on Gu Yang's cheek.
"If you don't want to be punished, study hard."
Gu Yang was startled, and stupidly held Fan Yuan's fingertips, nodded vigorously, and promised in a low voice:
"I know! I must study hard and never let Father Fan down!"
Fan Yuan pinched Gu Yang's soft little face again before letting him go.
The big and the small began to listen to the lectures seriously. Now they were in the third year of high school and the courses were tight and urgent. Although Gu Yang had Fan Yuan to give him special lessons at any time, he did not dare to be too negligent.
Time passed quickly and it was time to go home from school in the evening.
The two of them were sitting in the car, and when they passed the construction site, Gu Yang nestled in the crook of Fan Yuan's neck and kept looking back.
After the big tree fell, the heated discussion on the Internet lasted less than a day before it was immediately suppressed by new heated discussions. Construction continued at the site, and the place where the big tree once grew has been covered with cement.
Fan Yuan suddenly reached out and grabbed Gu Yang down, put him on his lap, held Gu Yang in both hands, and rubbed Gu Yang's cheek with two fingers.
"What are you looking at?"
Gu Yang's face was deformed by Fan Yuan's fingertips, and he answered vaguely:
"I could feel that the tree was growing well and happily in its new location."
"Yeah." Fan Yuan answered softly.
When he got home in the evening, Fan Yuan put Gu Yang in the bedroom, turned around and locked himself in the study, not letting Gu Yang in.
On weekdays, Fan Yuan always forced Gu Yang to study with him. There were those few times when he didn't take Gu Yang with him, which definitely meant there was something wrong.
Gu Yang controlled the flower stem and carried him to the door of the study and knocked.
No one knew what Fan Yuan was doing in the study and he didn't even open the door for Gu Yang.
Gu Yang sat cross-legged on the flower stem, frowning as he looked at the tightly closed study door. In fact, he could control the flower stem to get into the crack and open the door, but Fan Yuan would definitely be unhappy.
In the end, Gu Yang could only sit on the flower stem dejectedly and return to the bedroom. He lay down on the bed and kicked his legs out of boredom.
After kicking his legs twice, Gu Yang suddenly sat up.
He turned and looked at the bedside table. The first drawer of the bedside table was locked.
Gu Yang turned his gaze and saw the coat that Fan Yuan threw aside, and then a sly smile slowly appeared on Gu Yang's little face.
The things that Pan Fei gave him were locked in that drawer by Fan Yuan. No matter how much he begged Fan Yuan, Fan Yuan refused to show it to him.
Because he had become smaller during this period, Fan Yuan relaxed his vigilance against him.
Gu Yang immediately controlled the flower stem, took out the key from Fan Yuan's coat pocket, and then used the key to open the drawer of the bedside table.
There was a USB drive and a thick black notebook in the drawer.
Gu Yang looked at the notebook. He really wanted to open it and take a look, but he was afraid of offending Fan Yuan. In the end, he gave up and just controlled the flower stem to take out the USB flash drive.
There was a laptop in the bedroom. Gu Yang controlled the flower stem to wrap around the laptop and placed it on the bed. He opened the lid of the laptop with both hands, turned on the switch, and plugged in a small USB flash drive, feeling a little excited.
Gu Yang rubbed his hands and opened the folder in the USB drive.
"Panfei 38? What is this?"
Having said that, Gu Yang couldn't wait to open the folder and found that it was filled with shrunken pictures. He clicked on the first one and the suddenly enlarged picture immediately gave Gu Yang a huge shock.
He looked at the two people overlapping in the picture, his face slowly turned red, and his body temperature began to rise.
Gu Yang took a deep breath and flipped through the pictures one by one. The more he looked, the more surprised he became, and his face turned redder. He reached out to unbutton the first two buttons of the small dress and fanned himself with his small hands to let out the cool breeze.
But despite this, he still felt his whole body getting hotter and hotter, the heat spreading through his limbs and bones, finally gathering in his chest.
He had never imagined that Pan Fei would give him such a magical thing. What made him even more dizzy was that Fan Yuan had already seen these things and locked the small USB flash drive in a drawer to prevent him from seeing it.
Gu Yang stood up, closed the lid of the laptop with his two little hands, and sat cross-legged on it, but his mind kept recalling the 38 pictures over and over again unconsciously.
The more he tried to control himself from thinking about it, the more addicted he became and he kept thinking about it.
The flower stems in the bedroom indicated Gu Yang's inner state, which also became restless, climbing up the walls and slowly growing and spreading outwards.
The star-like green light gradually spread in the bedroom, floated in the air, and gradually gathered on Gu Yang.
In the hazy green light, Gu Yang's figure gradually expanded and finally returned to its previous size.
The green light faded away, and Gu Yang held his forehead with one hand. After a while, he opened his eyes. His emerald green pupils were particularly conspicuous in the dim light of the bedroom.
He looked down at his hands and muttered to himself, "They've gotten bigger again..."
Then Gu Yang's eyes lit up, he stood up, pulled out a large shirt from Fan Yuan's closet and put it on, quickly buttoned a few buttons, because he was in a hurry, the buttons were all buttoned crookedly, and finally he pulled out a pair of underwear and put it on, then he rushed out barefoot with the small USB flash drive in his hand.
Gu Yang came to the door of the study room with the USB flash drive, raised his hand and started knocking on the door.
"Fan Yuan! Fan Yuan! Look what I found! You actually secretly looked at these things behind my back! And you didn't even let me see them!"
Gu Yang knocked on the door repeatedly. The sound was obviously different from the previous time when his small body knocked on the door. Fan Yuan could hear the difference. He finally opened the study door and saw Gu Yang standing at the door wearing a loose shirt with his buttons unbuttoned.
The next moment, Gu Yang held a USB flash drive in front of Fan Yuan. Gu Yang smiled with his emerald green eyes and a proud look on his face.
"Fan Yuan, you are really good! How many times have you secretly looked at this thing behind my back? I didn't expect that you are so serious in normal times, but you actually..."
Fan Yuan interrupted Gu Yang: "I didn't peek, I only looked once."
As he said that, he took the USB flash drive from Gu Yang's hand, turned around and walked into the study, and locked the USB flash drive back into the drawer of the study.
Gu Yang was a little dissatisfied when he saw it: "What's the matter with looking at it? We are all adults. It won't cost us a piece of meat..."
Having said that, Gu Yang suddenly lowered his voice, moved closer to Fan Yuan, and blew a breath into Fan Yuan's dark eyes.
"Fan Yuan, you're not embarrassed, are you?"
Fan Yuan pushed Gu Yang away, took a step back and leaned against the large desk.
Only then did Gu Yang notice an easel standing next to the desk. It was covered with a white cloth, so he couldn't see what was painted inside.
Fan Yuan folded his arms, looked at Gu Yang, and lectured in a cold voice:
"Gu Yang, you are just a senior high school student, and so am I. The most important thing now is to study. Don't think too much about anything before the college entrance examination."
Gu Yang curled his lips and muttered, "Old-fashioned."
As he spoke, Gu Yang suddenly took two steps at a time and walked to the easel, and suddenly pulled off the white cloth covering the easel.
Fan Yuan seemed to have expected Gu Yang to do this and did not stop him.
Gu Yang looked at the easel expectantly. The white cloth fell down, revealing a blank space on the canvas. There was nothing painted on it.
There were paints that had been prepared long ago lying next to him. It was obvious that Fan Yuan really wanted to paint something, but for some reason he had stayed in the study for so long without starting to paint.
Gu Yang looked at the blank canvas, and suddenly tilted his head to look at Fan Yuan.
"Fan Yuan, you want to paint? Why not paint me? I'll be your model."
As he spoke, Gu Yang walked to the desk and climbed up, sitting cross-legged on the black desk. He pulled the hem of his shirt down with both hands to cover it. His slightly long black hair was scattered around his neck. His emerald green eyes were half-narrowed. He looked at Fan Yuan shyly, and his overly white skin was lightly pink.
Fan Yuan looked at Gu Yang like this, was silent for a moment, then walked to the easel, picked up the paintbrush and began to paint.
He would look at Gu Yang after every two strokes, and his focused gaze made the heat that had dissipated from Gu Yang begin to gather again.
Gu Yang's eyes wandered around and fell on the paintbrushes scattered on the corner of the desk.
He looked at the paintbrush, thought for a moment, reached out and took the thinnest paintbrush, leaned over and picked up some paint from the paint tray in Fan Yuan's hand, unbuttoned one of his shirts, which had few buttons fastened to begin with, and slightly pulled the shirt open to reveal his fair chest.
Gu Yang held the paintbrush in his hand and was about to write on his chest with his fingertips. Just as the tip of the brush was about to touch his skin, Fan Yuan grabbed his wrist and stopped him.
Fan Yuan looked down at Gu Yang and pulled his hand holding the paintbrush away.
"what are you up to?"
Gu Yang looked up and raised the corner of his mouth towards Fan Yuan, revealing the obedient smile that Fan Yuan was most familiar with.
"Since you want to draw me, of course it has to be special."
As he spoke, Gu Yang turned and handed the paintbrush in his hand to Fan Yuan.
"Here, write it for me."
Gu Yang pointed to his exposed chest:
"Right here, just like before, write your name."
Fan Yuan took the paintbrush and lowered his gaze to Gu Yang's chest. The skin there was fair and smooth, and his name, Fan Yuan, had once been on it.
The shirt was loosely opened at the back. Standing beside the desk, Fan Yuan could see several teeth marks with a deep red background on the back of Gu Yang's shoulder and neck.
Gu Yang watched Fan Yuan turn the pen around, thinking that Fan Yuan was going to write on his chest. His heart started beating faster and he began to get nervous.
Unexpectedly, Fan Yuan threw the paintbrush into the bucket, splashing water from the bucket, and the paint on the paintbrush spread in the water.
Gu Yang looked at the bucket, a little disappointed:
"Why... don't you write anymore?"
He looked at Fan Yuan with his emerald green eyes, and his raised neck was slender and fragile, defenselessly open to Fan Yuan.
Fan Yuan raised his fingertips and gently touched the corner of Gu Yang's eyes.
Gu Yang blinked, and his eyelashes, which were the same color as his eyes, trembled like a pair of butterflies flapping their wings.
The slightly cool fingertips slowly moved down, across Gu Yang's cheek, passed his neck, and finally stopped at his chest.
On his chest, his fingertips slid slowly, writing his name with his fingertips in horizontal, vertical, and dotted strokes.
Fan Yuan lowered his head and leaned close to Gu Yang's ear, his warm breath blowing over Gu Yang's earlobe.
“The paint is poisonous.”
Gu Yang couldn't help but raise his hands, one hand climbed onto Fan Yuan's arm, and the other hand grasped Fan Yuan's collar.
He lowered his eyelids and closed his eyes slightly, feeling the direction of the strokes on his chest.
The two words "Fan Yuan" have a total of twenty-six strokes, which were written lightly on Gu Yang's chest one by one. However, it seemed to have taken thousands of years to write just twenty-six strokes.
Fan Yuan finished his last stroke, straightened up, and looked at Gu Yang who looked dazed.
He raised his hand and slowly unbuttoned Gu Yang's buttons one by one. Gu Yang tilted his head, closed his eyes, and his body trembled slightly.
Fan Yuan unbuttoned all the buttons on Gu Yang's loose shirt, aligned the buttons that were unbuttoned, and buttoned them up again one by one, from bottom to top, until he fastened the last button.
After buttoning his clothes, Fan Yuan stepped back and was grabbed by Gu Yang's sleeve.
Gu Yang raised his eyes and looked at him, his eyes full of confusion.
"I can't see it if you write like this."
Fan Yuan gently pushed Gu Yang's hand away, walked back to the easel, picked up the paintbrush, and looked intently at Gu Yang who was sitting at the black desk.
"I can see."
"Gu Yang, you have my mark on you, and only I can see it."
Gu Yang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes. In the end, he sat on the table obediently and stopped asking questions.
Fan Yuan waved the paintbrush and painted quickly, and gradually some outlines appeared on the canvas.
On the canvas, sitting on a dark desk, is a fair-skinned boy with emerald green eyes, loose black hair, and eyelashes of a distinctive green. He is wearing a loose shirt with the buttons buttoned straight. However, because the shirt is too big, one can still see a few black strokes from the collarbone down through the wide edge of the collar.
Behind him was a tightly closed window and there was endless darkness all around him, but his eyes were clear.
He has wings to fly and an exit to leave, but he is willing to stay here.
This painting was finally hung in the cage house at the end of the corridor. It was the first painting in the cage house, but not the last one.
Gu Yang accompanied Fan Yuan, watching him hang the paintings inside and watching him close and lock the iron door.
The patterns on the iron door are strange, locking up the devil's sincere heart that he is willing to give out.
Seeing Fan Yuan standing there motionless after locking the door, Gu Yang reached out and grabbed Fan Yuan's hand.
"Fan Yuan?"
Fan Yuan finally turned around, his black eyes half-closed, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"It's okay, let's go, it's time to go to bed."
Gu Yang nodded, and obediently took Fan Yuan's hand and walked beside him.
Behind the two people, the voice-controlled lights in the corridor went out one by one, plunging the huge iron door engraved with strange patterns into complete darkness.
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