Sweetness Is Incessantly Late

 

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the piles of puddles and falling on the shoulders of the young man.

Chi Yu blinked expressionlessly, turned around, rubbed his thumb on his clothes, and unlocked the combination lock.

"Then I'm leaving." Fu Zhian's voice was light, he looked at the boy's back, and pursed the corners of his lips.

Chi Yu didn't seem to have slowed down yet, he stared at the toes of his shoes and murmured casually. It wasn't until the raindrops of his hair fell on his eyelashes that he reacted. He turned around and said, "Do you want an umbrella..."

The boy standing behind him had disappeared, and the boy's nasal voice that was mixed with the sound of rain is gone.

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Chen Yifang opened her eyes wide and looked at Fu Zhian's wet shoes. The white sneakers were soaked through, and even the inside was soaked with water. She hurriedly changed into slippers, put down her bag, and opened the bedroom door beside her.

The drenched teenager sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers circled around his trousers, and he didn't even care that the water droplets from his hair dripped on the bed.

"My God, why are you so wet!" Chen Yifang brought a towel from the bathroom, wiped the water stains on his hair, and looked worried.

Fu Zhian held Chen Yifang's hand, took the towel slowly, wiped his hair and said, "It's raining outside."

"Didn't I pack an umbrella in your bag this morning?"

Fu Zhian was stunned, He raised his head and smiled: "Forgot it."

The soaked clothes were sticking to his skin, and he didn't even feel how uncomfortable it was. But Chen Yifang watched Fu Zhian sitting on the bed as if he had lost his soul, and had no intention of changing clothes at all.

"Hurry up and change your clothes first, and mother will make you a bowl of ginger soup." Chen Yifang walked to the kitchen and shouted, "You will definitely catch a cold tomorrow!"

Chen Yifang was busy in the kitchen, and when she heard the boy behind her, she turned around.

"Mom, is ginger soup difficult to make?"

"It's not difficult."

Fu Zhian lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then reached out his hand to touch the tip of his nose, and said slowly, "Then tell me how to do it." Although Chen Yifang was puzzled, she still carefully explained the method of ginger soup word by word. As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Zhian went back to the bedroom.

The boy stood beside the bed, frowned at the water stain on the sheet. He changed into clean clothes and sat in front of the desk, staring at the mobile phone in his hand for a long time before picking it up. Skillfully pressing a series of numbers, he clicked on the edit message and typed a few words: Steps to make ginger soup.

The text message was written in several lines, and Fu Zhian thought about it and added a sentence later: If you can't understand it in your mind, drink hot water.

After the text message was sent, Fu Zhian put his mobile phone aside and casually flipped through the math study booklet on the table and opened it to prepare. Fu Zhian stared at it for a long time, only to feel that the hands of the clock on the table were ticking non-stop, which was annoying.

He dropped the pen, leaned back, and touched his lips unconsciously. Although Chi Yu always speaks hard, his lips are cold and soft.

In fact, he didn't want to deviate so early, but things seemed to be starting to gradually deviate from his expectations.

Because of Ji Xiaoxiao's words, he was a little confused. He didn't know Chi Yu's address after he moved. There wasn't a classmate in the class who had a good relationship with Chi Yu enough to know his address. Fu Zhian could only find the life committee when it was close to school.

"Can you lend me your record book?"

Fu Zhian said coldly, startling the girl. She raised her head and looked at Fu Zhian who was smiling and swallowed unconsciously. She lowered her head and smiled shyly: "Why do you want a record book?"

"I seem to have forgotten to pay my shift fee..."

"How come!" The girl interrupted hurriedly, her head tilted slightly, showing a lively smile: "I paid your class fee, you must have paid it, I remember it clearly!"

Fu Zhian nodded and smiled, he took the opportunity to sit in the empty seat next to the girl, and glanced at the paper on the table from the corner of his eye.

"Do you know this question?" The young man showed a warm smile on his fair and clean face, and the girl's flattered reflection in his clear brown pupils.

She stammered: "No, no..."

Fu Zhian nodded, took out the paper from the schoolbag, and placed it on the girl's table.

"I've finished writing it, I'll lend it to you for reference."

No one has ever borrowed Fu Zhian's homework, and it's not that he was too hard to speak, but most of Fu Zhian's papers omit the steps. At first, the teacher was not happy, thinking he was lazy, but after a long time, Fu Zhian could get full marks every time, and the teacher didn't say anything.

But the fact that Fu Zhian can write like this doesn't mean that the rest of them can also write like this.

Embarrassment shows on the girl's face, she lowered her head and smiled: "Well, I may not understand your paper, why don't you explain it to me?"

"I wrote the steps next to it." Fu Zhian pointed his finger on the paper a little bit, sure enough, there were several lines of dense formulas and steps on the blank paper in the past.

"I want to take a look at the record book." Fu Zhian leaned over and took the record book from the girl's drawer, ignoring the girl's surprised eyes.

He turned from the last page, and sure enough, in the corner of the penultimate page, he found the boy's scribbled handwriting. The address of the community is in the well-known wealthy area. Fu Zhian took out a few banknotes in his pocket. After calculating, he could take a taxi and run back and forth. He felt relieved and walked to the school gate.

A female voice came from the closed door of the utility room next door. Fu Zhian was not interested in the whispers between girls, but a name floated into his ears, and Fu Zhian paused.

"Do you really like Chi Yu?"

The girl hummed lightly, and casually clasped her nails. She raised her eyes and raised her eyebrows at Lu Man: "Do you really like Fu Zhian?"

"What can you do if I like him, that person don't like women at all." There was a hint of loss in Lu Man's tone, and she suddenly smiled as if thinking of something: "Fuck, Ji Xiaoxiao, you and Fu Zhian are rivals in love."

Ji Xiaoxiao didn't answer, but asked: "You just gave up like that?"

"It doesn't count as giving up, right?" Lu Man slapped her mouth twice, then continued: "I don't think I'm worthy of Fu Zhian, so I might as well give it to Chi Yu, and I can still be a good one in the future. CP fans or something."

"It's you, it's you who likes Chi Yu." Hearing the word Chi Yu, the corner of Ji Xiaoxiao's mouth rose unconsciously. Lu Man continued: "In addition to having a good-looking face, Chi Yu has a stinky and strong temper, which is not acceptable to ordinary people at all."

Ji Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and smiled, she said softly: "Do you think Fu Zhian is better than Chi Yu? How good is it."

"Fu Zhiyan is gentle and caring." Lu Man remembered the boy's clear eyes, "The point is that he has a good temper, and he is as mad as Chi Yu."

"Fu Zhian is indifferent." Ji Xiaoxiao remembered Fu Zhian's always smiling face, and snorted coldly: "Chi Yu doesn't know how softer he is, even if I tell you, you won't understand."

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkles on the side of the boy's face, it shone on the eyelashes.

"Fu Zhian, why haven't you left yet?" Wang Xiao suddenly patted him on the shoulder coldly, Fu Zhian froze, frowned and glanced at him lightly. Wang Xiao was taken aback by the indifference in Fu Zhian's eyes, and he lowered his voice: "What's wrong?"

The voice in the utility room stopped abruptly, and Fu Zhian shook his head expressionlessly, and said softly, "Let's go. "

Wang Xiao followed Fu Zhian without saying a word, his eyes fell on the boy's white neck and slender wrists.

It's so fucking weird, it feels like Fu Zhi'an's thin arms and legs are broken as soon as he breaks it, why is he a little flustered when he stares at himself.

"Do you think Ji Xiaoxiao is good-looking?"

"What?"

Fu Zhian stopped but didn't look back, he said slowly, "Ji Xiaoxiao, do you think she is good-looking."

"It's hard to say before losing weight." With big eyes, he continued: "Anyway, it's already at the level of a school girl."

Maybe Ji Xiaoxiao's last sentence made him panic. Even if it rained heavily, he forgot the umbrella in his bag and just lowered it. Head stood at the door waiting for Chi Yu to come back.

Fu Zhian suddenly wanted to see Chi Yu very much.

So when he saw him appearing in front of him, it might be because the rain was too heavy and water had entered his brain, or it might be that he really couldn't help it and wanted to taste Chi Yu's pursed mouth.

Fu Zhian kissed him.

The sound of the mobile phone pulled him back to reality, and Fu Zhian tilted his head and looked at the words on the screen: Are you a **? According to the steps, I can't even make a ginger soup?

Before he could reply, it was another text message.

"Are you fucking trying to cause Lao Tzu to swallow poison in his mouth? The corners of my fucking mouth seem to be swollen now!"

Fu Zhian stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, the corners of his lips slowly rising.

Really a fool.