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It was nearly midnight when they finally had time to tell a story.

Yang Zichen hugged the only remaining pillows on the sofa, and directed Yi Xian to pick up the remaining ones that fell on the ground.He himself was in a mess during the slapstick just now, his hair was messed up, and he unbuttoned two buttons at the collar of his pajamas. While fastening it with one hand, he took the opportunity to get back the tablet that was forgotten in the corner of the sofa—the screen was not locked just now I just threw it aside, and I don't know if there was anything extraordinary.

After checking Weibo to make sure nothing happened, he turned his gaze to Yi Xian who was standing pitifully in front of the sofa, and retracted his legs to let him sit down with lingering fear.

It was so dangerous that he almost missed the gun.

If he hadn't had a little reason left, he might have just followed Yi Xian and let him continue.

Yang Zichen was annoyed at his loss of control. In his opinion, it was not the time to have sex with Yi Xian, at least he didn't want to progress so fast.Yi Xian is young and easily impulsive, but he is not young anymore, he shouldn't be able to control himself when he kisses and hugs him.

It's not a surprise that he can't hold back the beauty in front of him, it's because this little bastard is too good at acting like a baby.

Thinking of this, his face turned pale, and he signaled Yi Xian to speak: "Come on, let's tell a story."

The sofa is not big, Yang Zichen nestled in it and occupied most of it by himself, so Yi Xian could only sit in a well-behaved manner, telling him stories as agreed.

In fact, Yi Xian didn't say anything, Yang Zichen almost remembered it, but it was precisely because he remembered it that he wanted to hear Yi Xian's version even more.

Because he didn't know what a chance encounter that didn't matter to him meant to Yi Xian.

Yi Xian had obviously been avoiding this question before, and Yang Zichen didn't quite understand it before, but after thinking about it, he had some ideas, and he just waited for the other party to verify his conjecture.

Yi Xian was silent at first, and then flipped through the phone's photo album, found a photo, and handed it to Yang Zichen: "You should take a look at this first."

When he took the phone, Yang Zichen looked carefully at his face, it was not very good, at least this photo didn't make him so happy.He looked down with a bit of worry. In the photo was a child, not very old, about ten years old, thin and small, with brown curly hair...

Yang Zichen hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is that you?"

Yi Xian nodded.

In the photo, the child's facial features have not yet opened, and he has the unique childishness and youthfulness of children. If he hadn't been confirmed by himself, and subtly overlapped with the shadow in his memory, Yang Zichen would not dare to say that this is the same as Yi Xian. the same person.

——After all, the difference is really a bit far.

Now Yi Xian is tall and straight, working as a model, and his physical appearance is superior to ordinary people, and he can attract a wave of fans of sisters and mothers just by his face; in the photo, he is just a thin and small child, and his height is measured visually He is less than 1.6 meters tall and has messy natural curly hair. Although he has a pretty face, he doesn't smile when facing the camera. Instead, he shrinks behind his mother, as if avoiding being photographed.

It doesn't look like the same person at all, and it can even be said that they seem to be two extremes.

"When I was 14."

Yi Xian tapped the screen to brighten up the darkened photo.His fingers brushed against the back of Yang Zichen's hand, it was still warm, but with a little dampness, showing nervousness against his master's wishes.

"I didn't like to take pictures at that time. This is the closest photo I can find to the time when I first saw you." He whispered, "If you can remember, you will find that I was It looks pretty much the same as in the photo."

Thin and small, has not yet begun to develop, small curly hair like bean sprouts.Yang Zichen thought it was cute just thinking about it, but he had been abroad for a long time, from Yi Xian's tone and his appearance in the photo, one could guess that he had caused a lot of trouble because of his appearance.

"It may be because of premature birth and malnutrition. I developed later than my peers. In addition, there are fewer people of yellow race around me, which makes me look thinner." Yi Xian clicked on his small face in the photo again, with a flat tone, as if to say Other people's business, "I frequently transfer schools, and I have been running around with my mother. Every time I go to a school, I have to leave before I have much communication with my classmates... Actually, I don't want to communicate with them because they don't like it. I."

Children's hearts are very sensitive, and they can clearly distinguish between goodwill and malice in the outside world, especially when facing peers who also don't know how to hide, it is easier to distinguish between likes and dislikes because of differences in attitude.A child who often changes schools, does not have regular friends, and does not receive the kindness he deserves, will naturally become more and more introverted and unwilling to integrate into the new environment.

"It's not your problem, it's that their education is not good enough." Yang Zichen patted the back of his hand lightly, knowing that it was not easy to say this, so he deliberately softened his voice, "Look, your life is better than theirs now. Most people are fine, aren't they?"

"I know." Yi Xian smiled, "After I started modeling, I gained a lot of fans on my social accounts. One of them who often gave me likes was a female classmate who often bullied me when I transferred to another school. She probably didn't recognize her at all. Me, but I can recognize her from the picture."

Yang Zichen turned to look at him, and found that although he was smiling, there was no smile in his eyes.

It is a bit ironic but logical that people who once excluded you because of your appearance will treat you with a completely different attitude after you become better-looking—or more in line with the public’s aesthetics.

There are definitely not a few people in this world who judge people by their appearance, but some people keep these thoughts in their hearts, and some people do some not-so-good things because of it.

"I didn't meet any good classmates when I was young." Yang Zichen said, "You see, my family is rich, and few of the children who come to be friends with me really like me, just because I have a lot of pocket money, they will Invite them to eat, that's all. My brother was in sixth grade when I was in first grade. He got good grades. I learned like shit from a young age. Then some of my classmates who played well with me told others about me behind their backs. A prodigal son—they were right, but now that I heard it, wouldn't it be foolish to be taken advantage of?

"Later, I lost a lot of friends, and there were not many people who could talk to me in school. It was better when I went to college. You see, our experiences are actually a bit similar."

His soul is actually not that free and unrestrained, at least he doesn’t need to climb the mountain in the middle of the night to watch the sunrise to relieve it, but there are some things that he can’t tell his family, and he doesn’t have such good friends to talk to, so he just wants to find a way to vent.

"You're fine." Yi Xian said, "It's their fault."

"I'm not that good," Yang Zichen looked at him and smiled, "It's just that you like me, that's why you think I'm good."

He made some friends in college, such as Xing Yue and Lin Qiao, but in his nearly 30 years of life, Yi Xian was the only one who kept chasing him as a treasure.

"So you see, this kind of thing is in the past. Anyway, it's good now, so there's no need to think about it."

Yi Xian shook his head: "I still have to think about it, I met you at that time."

Yang Zichen was stunned.

"You probably don't remember." Yi Xian held his hand, with a smile on his lips, and said slowly, "When we first met, you helped me and gave me a hot dog, saying , if you are bullied, you will become stronger than before, and let the people who bully you fear you in turn, that is the punishment for them——I remember it for a long time, the way you said that sentence is very beautiful, it seems that you will glow."

"..."

It's hard to say how Yang Zichen feels in his heart now, rather than stunned or surprised, it's more likely to be soft-hearted.

"Actually, I don't even remember what I said." He shook his head and confessed helplessly, "I went to Phuket a few days ago and found the small square where you saw me - nothing else. Come to think of it, but my dad still keeps the paintings your mother drew for them, do you want to see them?"

He showed the picture he had taken to Yi Xian, and the latter identified it carefully, and found his mother's signature from the corner of the picture.

"She drew it." Yi Xian said.

"Fortunately, the guide took me there to have some snacks, otherwise I really couldn't find this place."

Yang Zichen told him roughly what happened that day, and said, "I also met a little girl who could speak Chinese, and she also drew pictures for me."

Yi Xian leaned over to kiss him, and then asked nonchalantly, "What little girl?"

"Secret jealousy, it's too obvious." Yang Zichen pinched his face, "Little Xianxian, you are not my boyfriend yet, pay attention to the influence."

He purposely used this shameful title, trying to dilute the somewhat depressed mood just now, and asked another question: "How did you grow when you developed later, from such a small point to such a tall height in one go, if there is a secret Teach me too?"

He has read Yi Xian's information, and the 192cm without water is more than ten centimeters taller than him.Recalling the kid who was a lot shorter than him when he first met a few years ago, Yang Zichen always felt that he was suspected of taking hormones.

"No, just eat more and exercise more." Yi Xian got off the sofa, then reached out to hug him, "Look, I've actually been exercising—"

He hugged Yang Zichen seemingly effortlessly.

"What are you doing?" Yang Zichen was taken aback, and quickly supported his shoulders to prevent him from losing his strength and throwing himself on the ground, "Don't throw me down."

"No, you're not heavy." Yi Xian carried him into the room, put Yang Zichen on the bed when he got to the bed, followed him, and used this posture to get close to him, but he didn't kiss him like before. go up.

Yang Zichen leaned against the soft quilt, his whole body stuck in it with nowhere to use his strength, he looked at him in a daze and at a loss: "What's wrong?"

Yi Xian then lowered her head, rubbed the tip of her nose against his, and asked coquettishly, "Brother, when will I be able to get back to normal?"