The candy wrappers that were placed on the windowsill were scattered by the wind, and fell on Chi Yu's table with the wind blowing. Fu Zhiyu stretched out his hand, and his fair and slender fingers gently twisted the transparent candy wrapper, rubbing lightly between them.
It was obviously an ordinary action, but he was stunned to see Chi Yu blushing and heartbeat. He actually couldn't tell for a while, whether he was blinded by adolescence, or whether Fu Zhiyan was the reincarnation of a vixen. Feeling the gaze of the person beside him on his face, Chi Yu only felt that the roots of his ears were terrifyingly hot. In order to save face, he turned his head to look at him, but he couldn't bear it for a while at Fu Zhiyan's smiling eyes.
I wanted to make a tit-for-tat scene, but I didn't expect that the fuck would turn into a runaway.
The young man beside him turned his head awkwardly and didn't look at him, but his fair neck was dyed crimson, and some overwhelmed fingers were tightly twisted together. The corners of Fu Zhiyu's raised eyes softened, and he moved to the seat next to him without a trace, until the edge of the bench passed the center line of the table between the two of them.
The familiar smell of mint lingered in his nose, Chi Yu turned his head, and the distance between the two was shortened at some point. As long as he tilted to one side, he could touch the shoulders of the people next to him.
Maybe it was because of evil, Chi Yu looked down at the school uniform of the same color as his own, and actually had a feeling of euphoria. Chi Yu licked his lips and tilted his body secretly to the side. Just as he brushed the shoulders of the person next to him, he caught a glimpse of the shallow pear vortex on the boy's lips and the raised corners of his lips.
It was because of his guilty conscience that he was pierced by doing something bad, Chi Yu's heart skipped a few times, and he slammed the table with his neck in his throat, so frightened that Wang Xiao at the front table almost jumped off the stool.
Seeing Wang Xiao's twisted posture and his sad eyes, Chi Yu's face was black and he didn't say a word.
He lowered his head, lowered his voice and frowned, "Don't fucking laugh at Lao Tzu."
"Hinder Lao Tzu from studying."
Fu Zhian was very obedient, until after school, he honestly didn't look sideways, don't joke, didn't even give him a look. Chi Yu coughed several times in the middle, but out of the corner of his eye he only caught a glimpse of the cold side face of the young man beside him.
He was staring at himself to see if he could not go in, but he couldn't even learn if he didn't look at it. Chi Yu felt bored in his heart. It was said that there were many people who liked him, but he had never been in love, and he couldn't even tell the reason for his hypocritical and weird mood.
"Would you like to watch us rehearse?" Fu Zhiyu packed up his schoolbag and bent over to pick up the schoolbag that Chi Yu had thrown on the ground.
Thinking that this person hadn't spoken to him all afternoon, Chi Yu sullenly grabbed his schoolbag: "I'm bored to death, only the mentally handicapped will go."
The rehearsal hall was bright and bright, and the girls in the lower row were painting the background boards with gouache of various colors. When they heard the footsteps from the door, they all looked towards the door in unison. The boy stood at the door with a schoolbag, his long and straight legs were lined by loose school uniform pants. Before they could finish admiring Fu Zhiyu's beauty, a dark shadow suddenly appeared from behind, with a schoolbag hanging on one shoulder, and their heads slouched in front of Fu Zhiyu.
His dark eyes swept around the stadium, and after seeing the girls with braids, their brows clenched together fiercely.
He turned around and said with a displeased face: "I will take your fake smile to Lao Tzu, and it's not too scary to laugh every day."
The young man turned his back to the light, and Fu Zhiyu raised his eyes to look at the half-dark face of the person in front of him, his eyebrows curved.
Chi Yu was sitting in the corner of the stadium with his long legs bent. The rehearsal of the drama was more boring than he thought. Some people seem to be born with light, even in the vast crowd, you can find them at a glance, Chi Yu thinks Fu Zhian is such a person.
How can this person be so good-looking even when he blinks his eyes.
Suddenly, the scene when the two were lying on the same bed not long ago flashed in his mind. He opened his eyes in the dark night, and in front of him was the peaceful sleeping face of Fu Zhiyan. At that time, he only found it interesting, and his fingers were lightly picked on his eyelashes several times, and there were wrinkles between the eyebrows of the person in front of him. But he was still reluctant, and his fingers gently brushed his slender eyelashes.
He hadn't had enough, when his wrist was suddenly caught, and it felt as cold and smooth as a cold jade.
"Don't make trouble." The boy's tone was low and hoarse, his thumb rubbed lightly on the inside of his wrist, and he sighed softly.
"How can I sleep like this?"
The boy's hoarse and low voice seemed to be ringing in his ears. Chi Yu lowered his head and let out a long breath. When he regained his senses, Fu Zhian didn't know when he sat on the seat in front of him with his head resting on the chair. On his back, he raised his eyebrows to look at him.
"What are you thinking, so serious."
"Secret." Chi Yu turned his head and didn't look at him, he always felt that Fu Zhian had some kind of magic trick, or else he would come out just after thinking of him.
The sight of the person in front of him was naked and hot, and Chi Yu only felt his mouth dry. He smacked his lips impatiently, patted the armrest of the chair and stood up, walking towards the door while saying, "It's so fucking boring, I'll wait for you downstairs."
The rehearsal is almost over now. Fu Zhiyan stood on the high platform and took over the costume, and put it on his head without paying much attention. The huge green tree man only had a dick in the middle, and Fu Zhiyu could barely reveal his eyes and nose. He himself didn't feel it, but for Wang Xiao and Lin Chuan, Fu Zhieu put on this dress, which reduced their stress.
The audience is not blind, and there is Fu Zhian standing on the stage. How can he play the prince? If Lin Chuan came to design the clothes, he planned to seal the hole without even leaving it. Fu Zhian was not interested in the mental activities of these other people. He was leaning on the pillar and his eyes fell on the white figure on the basketball court downstairs.
Chi Yu didn't know where the basketball came from. He stood outside the three-point line, tapped his toes, and the whole person left the ground. He leaned back slightly, his wrists slack and tossed forward, and the ball landed straight in the net pocket in a graceful arc, without even touching the basket. He trotted a few steps to pick up the ball, then made several three-step layups and dunks in succession, standing in the middle of the court, gasping for breath.
Seemingly feeling that his hair was in the way, he reached out and grabbed the broken hair on his forehead, revealing a smooth and full forehead.
Fu Zhian is now a little fortunate that he is in the costume, it doesn't matter if he grins to the temple. But the figure that appeared outside the venue made his smile freeze on his face. The man ran over and didn't know what to say, and put his hand on Chi Yu's shoulder.
The smile on the face of the boy in the prop suit had long since disappeared. He half-squinted, staring at the two figures on the basketball court motionless.
The two of them didn't know what to say, Chi Yu lowered his head and smiled, grabbed the hem of the clothes with his hands in his pockets, and lifted the clothes without thinking, revealing his well-defined belly and the edge of his black panties. He pulled his clothes and wiped the sweat from his face, hooked his toes, and the basketball fell firmly into his hands.
"Pay stop eucalyptus?"
Wang Xiao watched Fu Zhian tear off the props and clothing while walking, and walked out of the rehearsal hall without looking back. He walked fast, as if he was looking for revenge.
Chi Yu stood outside the half court, jumped up and threw a ball, but he didn't get in after swaying on the basket for a long time, and finally landed on the ground. He trotted a few steps to pick up the ball and tossed it back without looking back, he knew the dude was standing there.
"Playing ball."
The cold voice of the young man sounded behind him, Chi Yu turned his head and saw Fu Zhian's not particularly happy face.
"Have you finished rehearsing?"
Fu Zhiyu snorted, turned his head to look at the boy in the black sweater beside him, raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "Are you still fighting?"
Chi Yu sat cross-legged in the auditorium, watching Fu Zhiyan keep shooting like a chicken blood. This man is really evil, no matter where he stands on the court, he can make shots, and he just makes the boys who are taller than him out of breath. In the end, his classmates called him away, and the basketball game ended with a unilateral goal.
"Who messed with you during the rehearsal? You're so angry." Chi Yu hooked his fingers on his schoolbag, put his arms on his knees, and swayed lazily.
Fu Zhiyu lowered his eyes and couldn't see clearly, he suddenly stretched out his arms and locked the boy's neck with his arms.
"Do you like to pick up clothes so much?"
The young man's eyes were slightly opened, the end of his eyes lifted slightly, but the corners of his mouth pursed into a line in displeasure, looking cold and dangerous.
Chi Yu had never seen Fu Zhiyan like this, his body froze, and he forgot to refute for a while. Seeing that he didn't say a word, the young man seemed even more displeased. He tilted his head and sneered, and lightly pinched the hem of the boy's clothes with two fingers, Chi Yu felt the stiffness under him.
"Late Yu."
Fu Zhiyan leaned over half-bent, leaned close to his ear, his tone was low and somewhat nasal.
"I'm not happy, what should I do?"
The author says:
Xiaochi: Am I being too naive before, or is it that Fu Zhian is too showy now? Xiaofu: Smile.jpg (Thanks to the fish food and starfish for taking care of me! There are also new friends who are chasing the text! I am very happy with every comment!! Thank you!!)