The first person to see Lu Qi'an was the big head facing the door. He sighed and greeted loudly, "Hello, Senior Lu!"
Fu Jia's shoulders twitched, and he quickly covered the USB flash drive and the small notebook given by the big head with his hands, and turned his head to look over.
When he and Lu Qi'an looked at each other, Lu Qi'an looked away and turned away without saying a word.
Fu Jia only had time to see his tense profile.
The big head was stunned: "Oh, why...".
Fu Jia was also a little stunned. He immediately put the USB flash drive and small notebook into his pocket, got up and chased after him. Because he was in a hurry, he accidentally bumped into the table in the back seat.
He hurriedly ran out the door, only to find that Lu Qi'an did not go far, but was waiting for him in the corridor.
Fu Jia stopped in front of him, wanted to pull him but didn't dare, and didn't dare to call his name. He was sure that Lu Qi'an was angry, but he couldn't think of the reason for the time being.
"Let's go." Lu Qi'an said flatly.
Fu Jia didn't move, and asked him in a low voice, "Are you angry?"
"No." Lu Qi'an said, walking towards the stairs.
Fu Jia quickly followed, walking behind him in small steps, and asked, "Is it because I'm too late today and made you wait for a long time, I'm sorry, I won't do it again next time."
Lu Qi'an's face was as usual, and he said, "I'm not angry."
Hearing him say this, Fu Jia was even more sure that he was angry. On the question of "Is Lu Qi'an angry?" Fu Jia considers himself an expert. Lu Qi'an is different from others. He is introverted and very introverted when he is angry. Except for expressing it directly in special circumstances, most of the time he will be as usual, taciturn and expressionless.
However, if he usually speaks five words to someone, suddenly he only says two words or doesn't say a word at all; when he usually listens to someone talking, the participants look at each other, but suddenly they don't look at all, just look straight ahead indifferently , that means he has a high chance of being sullen.
Fu Jia tentatively reached out and touched the back of Lu Qi'an's hand with his fingers.
Cold to the touch.
Fu Jia was shocked and withdrew his hand.
"Is it too cold, let me cover it for you?" Fu Jia raised his hand like a gift and said, "Touch it, my hands are very hot."
Lu Qi'an didn't even look at it, and said, "No need."
Fu Jia put down his hands, completely at a loss as to what to do.
… This time he seems to be very angry.
For the rest of the day, Lu Qi'an was in this state. No matter what Fu Jia said to him, the answer he got was: no, no, no, no need.
Or don't speak at all.
Fu Jia tried his best to coax him. After a while, he asked, "Are you hungry?" Touch him with a finger.
In Lu Qi'an's class, everyone could see that he was in a state of burying fire, and no one dared to touch his bad head. Li Qinhe was very keen to avoid him three feet, not even looking at him. Aim.
After returning home in the evening, Fu Jia went to the study to do homework, but Lu Qi'an didn't sit next to him, but washed up early and went to the master bedroom to rest!
Fu Jia held his forehead, his mind was so confused that he couldn't solve a single question.
He carefully recalled his words and deeds today, and found that there was nothing special. The only difference from usual is that he didn't go to Lu Qi'an after class, but stayed to talk to Datou and made Lu Qi'an wait for a long time. Lu Qi'an is not a stingy person. It doesn't matter if he waits a little longer. The problem can only be the big head.
But... what happened to the big head
Does Lu Qi'an hate people like Datou? Or is Datou acting too dog-legged, calling him hello to the senior as soon as he sees him, making him feel disgusted
Otherwise, it is...
Fu Jia put away the workbook and didn't want to continue writing.
He walked out of the study, made some mental preparations in front of the master bedroom door, and opened the door after he made an apology.
Lu Qi'an was sitting on the small sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the master bedroom. He didn't have a book in his hand, as if he was just looking at the night outside.
He looked at Fu Jia, and Fu Jia looked at him carefully and said, "I'm sorry, you are so angry today... Is it because of my classmate? I will never talk to him for so long in the future. Let him disturb you. I'm sorry, please forgive me."
He spoke with sincerity and sincerity. Datou was the first friend he made at No. 6 Middle School, and also his classmate, his monitor. But Datou is nothing compared to Lu Qi'an. If Lu Qi'an doesn't like it, he can stop interacting with Datou.
Seeing that Fu Jia was standing at the door and didn't dare to come in, Lu Qi'an stared into his eyes, and his heart sank a bit. "I'm not angry," he said.
Fu Jia breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good..."
He relaxed his stiff back and heard Lu Qi'an continue: "However, what are you talking about with your classmates today?"
Fu Jia was embarrassed to mention this. He was embarrassed to talk about the U disk, so he made an excuse: "I have a question that I don't understand. Is he the monitor or the top three in the class, so I asked him."
He thought that what he said was perfect, and he smiled after saying it, but he couldn't think of what his words meant.
He was telling Lu Qi'an that he didn't come to ask him if he had any questions about his studies, but instead asked the monitor first.
Lu Qi'an lowered his eyes and fell silent.
After getting no response for a long time, Fu Jia began to realize that something was wrong. The silence in the room made him feel depressed, and he didn't even dare to take a deep breath for some reason. He thought about it, walked into the room, and closed the door behind him.
Say more and more wrong, it is better not to say. What did he rely on to catch up with Lu Qi'an, wasn't it just to express his sincerity with his actions
He boldly walked towards Lu Qi'an, and the carpet beside the small sofa sucked his footsteps. He was half-kneeling on the carpet, holding the armrest of the small sofa, looking up at Lu Qi'an, like a puppy begging its owner for mercy.
"Forgive me," he said.
Whether it was his fault or not, whether it was something worthy of apology or not, as long as Lu Qi'an was angry, he would apologize.
He's just so clueless.
Lu Qi'an looked down at him, his throat was dry with an inexplicable fire, he endured it, but couldn't hold back the dark emotions in his heart.
Fu Jia just communicated with his classmates normally, and he was so angry that he couldn't control himself. He didn't want to see Fu Jia have close communication with others, he didn't want him to listen carefully to others, and he didn't want him to look at others with bright eyes. He wanted to tell Fu Jia sternly that you must not associate with anyone other than me.
this is too scary.
Fu Jia studied at No. 6 Middle School, and in the future, he has to go to university and enter the society. His character is getting brighter and brighter, and the world is getting wider and wider. There are people who are friendly to him one after another. There is no doubt that Lu Qi'an is no longer the only beacon in his world. But when this fact was put in front of Lu Qi'an, he didn't want to accept it.
He didn't want to accept it, but he couldn't prevent it from becoming a reality, because he was personally leading Fu Jia to such a future.
He can't imprison Fu Jia at home, nor can he create boundless darkness and mud for Fu Jia, and then become the only driftwood in his life that he can cling to.
Even if it's wonderful.
I have to admit, this is wonderful.
The more he realizes that he has such a desire in his heart, the more it grows, and it always affects his behavior and judgment.
He can suppress it, but the more suppressed it is, the harder it is to suppress himself. He wanted to punish Fu Jia, make him cry, and force him to promise that he would never interact with others again.
As if possessed.
"No need to apologize, you did nothing wrong." Lu Qi'an said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, can we sleep separately today?"
Fu Jia was stunned, unable to return to his senses.
What is he saying
"I'll go to the guest room tonight." Lu Qi'an continued.
Only then did Fu Jia understand that he was kicked away by Lu Qi'an.
He leaned at his feet begging for mercy, but was kicked away anyway.
Fu Jia opened his mouth and heard that he said nothing, "I'd better go to the guest room. If I sleep alone, I'm more used to sleeping in the guest room."
He stood up from the sofa, his eyes turning white for a moment.
After Fu Jia left the master bedroom, she spent a long time alone in the guest room.
After an unknown amount of time, he took out the USB flash drive and notes given to him from the pocket of his coat. He didn't have a computer, but there was a laptop in the study. Fu Jia saw that Lu Qi'an had used it a few times and did not set a password. He went to carry the computer into the guest room and locked the door.
Fu Jia plugged in the USB flash drive and opened a movie recommended by Big Head Five.
This is Fu Jia's first time watching an A movie. The white actress on the screen is wearing the uniform of a high school student, entangling the male actor like a water snake. She didn't take off her clothes, always wearing black knee-length stockings, hooking the actor's waist and not letting go.
Fu Jia looked at the heavy thing on her chest, the more she looked at it, the more dazzling it became, so she simply turned off the video.
He had a nameless fire in his heart, but he didn't know where it started, and he wanted to point the finger at whom. He shrank into the bed, shivering with cold, and couldn't help curling his body into a ball.
However, there was no one around, but Fu Jia felt too cold to fall asleep.
He closed his eyes and put his hands into his pants. When his fingers touched his penis, he instantly remembered how Lu Qi'an felt that day when he helped him get it out with his hands.
It was so clear that he seemed to recall every circle of fingerprints on his fingers.
Fu Jia's breathing gradually became rapid, and his face flushed red.
This time, it was his own hand, the pleasure was not strong, but it was real, and the whole process was stretched without going up or down. Fu Jia arched her back and became more and more impatient, her fingers clasped together tightly, bringing pain.
Fu Jia gritted his teeth and trembled.
After accumulating pleasure little by little, Fu Jia finally came out.
He took out his hand and saw the viscous liquid sticking between his fingers. I don't know if it was his illusion, and there was a faint stench.
He thought uncontrollably, would Lu Qi'an dislike it
Definitely will.
He was really delirious. After watching the seductive modalities of pornographic actresses, he was reluctant to mobilize the lust in his body, trying to prove that he was no worse than a woman when he was emotional.
Fu Jia closed his eyes, the heat in his body gradually dissipated, and it was even colder than before. This magnified his shame and made his hands, feet and face start to go numb.
He covered his head with the quilt and punched himself.
The next day, everything seemed to be back to normal. Fu Jia and Lu Qi'an sat together for breakfast, neither of them said a word.
Today, Aunt Miao made porridge with preserved egg and lean meat. Fu Jia scooped a spoonful and put it to her mouth, but she couldn't eat it.
This sticky, slippery, steaming thing reminded him of last night.
He just held up the spoon and started stunned.
Lu Qi'an waited for nearly a minute, but Fu Jia didn't come back to his senses. He asked aloud, "Is it unpalatable?"
Fu Jia didn't expect that he would talk to him first, so he couldn't get off the stage both face and heart. He shook his head, fed the spoonful into his mouth, and swallowed it whole.
"I'm full." He put down his spoon, got up and left the table.
Lu Qi'an also put down the spoon and asked him, "A spoonful is enough?"
Fu Jiaquan pretended not to hear it.
After he left the dining table, he wanted to hide in the bathroom for a while, but as he walked, he turned into the study. He tore a blank page from the workbook, took a pen in his hand, and started writing.
This is the highest hand speed in his history.
Ten seconds later, when Fu Jia finished writing, he folded the paper in half, held it in his palm, and walked out of the room with his schoolbag on his back.
Lu Qi'an was still sitting at the dining table, and when he saw him come out, he said, "Tell me if it's not to your taste, and I can ask Aunt Miao to come over and make you something else."
Fu Jia said stubbornly, "No need." He put the written piece of paper in front of Lu Qi'an, pressed the desk and said, "I'm going to school first, and the steamed buns in the cafeteria are delicious. Here's for you, Take a look when you have time."
After speaking, he turned his head and left, squatted in front of the door, put on his shoes, and left without looking back.
The door was closed, and only Lu Qi'an was left in the room.
It was so silent that no breathing could be heard.
He picked up the piece of paper Fu Jia gave him and spread it out to see.
The handwriting on the paper is extremely scribbled, I think the person who wrote the pen was emotional and couldn't control the font well—
Fu Jia wrote:
Complaint.
I want to sue. Lu Qi'an is angry for no reason, ignores me, ignores me even if he has good words, is stubborn, has a bad attitude, and hopes to be severely punished.
Complainant - Fu Jia.