Chapter 10: CH 10

By the time Chi Yu and Fu Zhian came out of the police station, it was almost dark. Fu Zhian stood at the door listening to his father's colleague's nagging, Chi Yu squatted in the corner with his eyes closed, he heard Fu Zhian's gentle voice, and glanced inside with his eyes half-open. Seeing the young man's quiet and soft smile, he closed his eyes again in disgust.

Bah, really so fucking good at pretending.

"Go to the hospital." Fu Zhian looked down at Chi Yu, his eyes that were bright and deep were now swollen due to bruises.

Chi Yu stood up slowly and looked at him with a cold face: "I'm not gonna die."

Fu Zhian watched him turn around and was about to leave, he grabbed the boy's cuff in a ghostly way, and raised his eyes to meet Chi Yu's somewhat surprised look.

"Go to my house today."

Chi Yu curled his lips and snorted coldly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Your house is too small, I can't even straighten my legs." When he was a child, Chi Yu ran to him every three days. At home, he jumped on his bed without taking off his shoes. Fu Zhian was reticent at that time, looking at the neurotic Chi Yu, he could only blushed and told him to hurry down.

Fu Zhian glanced at Chi Yu from top to bottom, and suddenly let go of his hand holding his sleeve with a chuckle.

"You fucking my laughing ass!" Chi Yu shouted at Fu Zhian with his throat out, not caring about the wound at the corner of his mouth. Since he was a child, he hated Fu Zhian's grinning appearance, which made people want to give him two punches.

He lowered his head to straighten his collar, glanced at Chi Yu's lower body sideways, and said casually, "Nothing."

Chi Yu looked at Fu Zhian's half-smiling face, his face flushed red to the roots of his ears. He tugged at Fu Zhian's sweater and hat with an angry face, and stammered, "You can't even think about how awesome I am, don't look at me like that!"

"Oh." Fu Zhian squinted and smiled.

"I'm at least a dozen times bigger than Li Zhiyi's turtle grandson![1]"

Chi Yu let go of his hat, grabbed Fu Zhian's wrist, limped down the stairs, and said viciously: "Go to your house now, I will let you open your eyes today!"

"I'm not interested in the stuff in your crotch." Fu Zhiyu looked down at the boy's articulated hand. The bruise on the joint was not healed last time, and now it's scarred. The blood droplets that came out had condensed into black and red traces because they had not been handled for a long time.

Fu Zhian stood behind Chi Yu, and he didn't know how many black footprints there were behind his coat. He didn't dare to think about how many punches he had received while he ran to the police.

"Hello." The boy's deep voice broke his imagination, and Fu Zhiyan raised his head. Chi Yu didn't know when he got into the taxi, and seemed to be extremely impatient to wait. He leaned over to the window and put his hands on the half-open glass window, frowning tightly: "It's a shame to come up quickly with such short legs. Right now."

He took two steps forward, and as soon as he put his hand on the doorknob, he saw the embarrassed expression of the young man with a bruised nose and a swollen face in front of him.

"Fuck, my face seems to be stuck in the window... Mister, can you open the window wider?"

Fu Zhian released the door handle, took a step back, bent down and said to the driver's seat, "Mister, please. Send him directly to the neurology hospital." Glancing at Chi Yu who was staring wide-eyed in the back seat, Fu Zhian squinted and smiled: "Your face is so big, it's embarrassing.

"Go to Cheng'an Family Home!"

The driver had never seen this kind of scene before.

"Why don't you two discuss it first?"

"I won't discuss it with him!" Chi Yu glanced at him sideways, raised his face and said arrogantly: "I don't need to look for one hundred, I'll go to Cheng'an family home."

Outside the window, there are stars and lights, and there is a sizzling electric current from the radio. Fu Zhian looked down at the seat, Chi Yu's fingers were long and fair, and the abrasions on the knuckles had already scabbed over. The two of them were so close together that he could clasp his fingers tightly if he moved an inch away. It's strange to like this kind of thing. You can't help but approach the temptation step by step, but when the person frowns a little, you hurriedly return to the origin.

Just like now, he didn't have the courage to hold Chi Yu's hand, so he could only quietly withdraw his hand and put it on his lap.

As soon as he got out of the car, Fu Zhian saw a woman standing at the entrance of the alley looking around, and saw the two of them getting out of the car and trotting over.

"Why did you come back so late?" Chen Yifang caught a glimpse of Chi Yu who was standing aside, the forehead that had stopped bleeding was now a large black and red, and the corners of his mouth were also covered in scary bruises.

"My god... You'll go home first, there's medicine at home." Without getting angry, Chen Yifang was about to reach out to support Chi Yu's arm, but he avoided her without a sound.

Chi Yu twitched the corners of his mouth, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Auntie, I can go by myself."

Chen Yifang nodded, and hurriedly ran to the front to open the door. Chi Yu's arm lightened, and he turned his head to meet Fu Zhian's calm eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Fu Zhian dragged his arm and said casually, "Measuring your body fat."

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"Auntie, look at Fu Zhian taking advantage of me!" Chi Yu couldn't break free from Fu Zhian's restraint, so he could only shout at a distance.

Chen Yifang only focused on unlocking the lock, and answered without looking back: "Then you also go to take advantage of Zhian, and it will be even."

Chi Yu was stunned for a while, he felt that what she said was very logical, but it didn't seem to be wrong. Fu Zhian who was walking aside suddenly nodded: "My mother is right, I don't mind when you come to take advantage of me."

"I mind!" They were all on Fu Zhian's body, half leaning on the shoulders of the young man beside him, and limping into the yard.

As soon as he walked into the living room, Chi Yu smelled the aroma of rice. Even after so many years, he was still very familiar with the smell. Chen Yifang took out the medicine box from the drawer and squatted in front of Chi Yu: "How did you get this? Your head is wounded, have you gone to the hospital?"

"It's okay, it's not the first time." Chi Yu lowered his head and smiled.

Fu Zhian stood aside for a long while without saying a word. He looked at the lunch box on the dining table and suddenly said, "Don't you need to deliver meals to Dad?"

She patted her thigh: "Oh, I forgot if you didn't tell me, that— Xiao Chi..."

"It's fine." Fu Zhian walked up to Chi Yu, took the cotton swab and iodine from his mother's hand, and said lightly, "I'm here. We'll be fine."

After packing all the food on the table, Chen Yifang put on her shoes and said, "When you're done packing, remember to eat, your dad and I will probably be back later." She glanced at Chi Yu who was sitting on the sofa. She said with a smile, "Xiao Chi stay here today and don't leave. Auntie will cook you something delicious on the weekend tomorrow."

Before Chi Yu could refuse, Fu Zhian had already responded for him.

The door closed with a click, and Chen Yifang's footsteps drifted away, leaving only Chi Yu and himself in the room.

"Look up." Fu Zhian held the cotton swab and looked down at Chi Yu, who looked down with the corners of his mouth drooping, looking very unhappy.

Seeming to go against him on purpose, Chi Yu turned his head to one side and didn't look at him. Not knowing where the anger came from, Fu Zhiyan stretched out his hand and pinched the boy's thin cheek, accidentally pressing the corner of Chi Yu's swollen mouth, and he couldn't help but gasp.

"You fucking wanna murder me!" Chi Yu raised his head obediently as he said so.

Fu Zhian wiped the wound on the boy's forehead little by little, frowned slightly and said, "If you know it hurts, don't always fight."

"Those who don't have brains wave their fists." Fu Zhian looked at the boy's delicate eyebrows, then continued and said: "You are the most mindless kind."

Chi Yu snorted coldly, just about to turn his head, but his chin was tightly pinched, he had to raise his head and say, "You have a brain, and how could you scare people with a broken wine bottle, a coward like Li Zhiyi will be frightened. "

They don't have brains either, a broken wine bottle will kill someone if they smash it on." Chi Yu looked at Fu Zhian, who had no expression on his face, and continued, "You don't dare to borrow my courage." Fu Zhian's cold fingers touched the hot forehead of the young man. He put down the cotton swab and said slowly, "If they touch you."

"Of course I dare."

The teasing words got stuck in his throat, and Chi Yu suddenly felt a little in his ears. It's hot, so he don't look at Fu Zhian who is standing aside to pack up. He coughed twice, lowered his head and murmured, "Hey, just blow..."

There was no movement for a while, Chi Yu raised his eyes and looked at Fu Zhian, who was standing aside to pack the medicine box. I don't know when it started, but his thoughts on dealing with Zhian began to become complicated. It is no longer just impatience, but with a trace of embarrassment that he can't figure out. Fu Zhian's brows and eyes were quiet, and Chi Yu lowered his head again.

What has become different?

"Take off your clothes."

When Chi Yu heard this, he held his breath in his chest and didn't come up. He coughed fiercely for several times before recovering. He stared at Fu Zhian who was still expressionless, his mouth trembling for a long time before replying: "I won't take it off!"

Fu Zhian's hand on one side tightened slightly, but his face was still calm , he squinted his eyelids and curved the corners of his mouth without smiling.

"So afraid of me?"

A trace of unnaturalness flashed in Chi Yu's eyes: "Don't brag here, I'm just afraid that my figure is too good to make you look inferior."

"Okay." Fu Zhian opened the safflower oil, leaning on the dining table, he said slowly, "Please make me feel inferior."

The strange thought popped up again. Chi Yu didn't have time to think about it, so he took off his school uniform jacket in spite of his face, pinched the corner of the t-shirt with both hands, and raised his eyebrows to look at him: "Be careful that Laozi's abdominal muscles blind your dog's eyes."

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t/n:

[1] turtle grandson(???): his dick

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