He Junlin stepped into this deserted room cautiously, he couldn't help shivering, why is the child's room so cold? His eyes looked at the person sitting quietly on the bed, he looked much better than the photo, like a white doll porcelain placed on the window in a foreign Chinatown, quietly waiting for the little master who loved and pitied him to take him home
hejunlin"That... why did you speak?"
He Junlin leaned into Zhang Zhenyuan's ear and whispered, he really didn't know how to speak, he was afraid that speaking rashly would scare the fragile white porcelain doll
zhangzhenyuan"Haoxiang, this is He Junlin"
hejunlin"Hello, I'm He Junlin"
He Junlin felt that it was not polite to stand and talk to him, so he squatted down and looked at Yan Haoxiang. Yan Haoxiang's eyes slowly focused on He Junlin's eyes. He is good at seeing their emotions in people's eyes. He Junlin's eyes are very clean and clear
Song Yaxuan handed the water glass to Yan Haoxiang angrily. He was very angry that Yan Haoxiang actually agreed to see others casually. Yan Haoxiang also noticed Song Yaxuan's little emotions, and the annoyance in his eyes could be seen as long as he met his eyes
yanhaoxiang"Xuan... Xuan, are you angry?"
Yan Haoxiang spoke very slowly, basically saying it word by word. He also pulled Song Yaxuan's hand with his hand. He Junlin likes Yan Haoxiang's voice very much like a child
Yan Haoxiang curled the corners of his mouth, remembering that he had not introduced himself to He Junlin and looked at him
yanhaoxiang"My name is Yan... Hao... Xiang."
He Junlin felt that the atmosphere here was a little strange. He really wanted to escape, especially Song Yaxuan's eyes didn't seem to be very friendly. Yan Haoxiang drank half of the water, his cheeks swelled up and he played with water in his mouth
hejunlin"I'll go out first."
He Junlin can't stay any longer, but Yan Haoxiang is so cute. He wants to touch his soft-looking head
zhangzhenyuan"I'll go down with you."
Zhang Zhenyuan looked at Song Yaxuan like a puffer fish, and it was about to explode now. He and He Junlin should go downstairs to hide. As soon as the two of them went out, Song Yaxuan broke his fingers and counted how many words Yan Haoxiang had just said
songyaxuan"Yan Haoxiang, do you know how many words you just said?"
Before Yan Haoxiang could swallow the water in his mouth, he looked at Song Yaxuan blankly, picked up the pen and paper beside the bed and wrote "how many" on it
songyaxuan"You couldn't say so many words a year ago."
Song Yaxuan beat his chest and was heartbroken. Yan Haoxiang was accustomed to his dramatic behavior, and wrote in the book, "There are a few words for you." Song Yaxuan was very angry at him for not speaking again
songyaxuan"You were so happy just now, but now you don't speak?"
Yan Haoxiang pointed at his cheeks, meaning that he couldn't speak with water in his mouth. Song Yaxuan was not stingy, and he calmed down just now, rubbing Yan Haoxiang's head back and forth, and Yan Haoxiang was not angry, so he sat down and rubbed his head for him
At this moment, it seems that Yan Haoxiang is the younger brother and Song Yaxuan is the older brother. Song Yaxuan felt that he almost took his hand away, and Yan Haoxiang's messy chickens could live on it. He went to Yan Haoxiang's bed and brought the comb over to him to comb it
songyaxuan"Do you like that person just now?"
Through years of getting along, Song Yaxuan can actually see that Yan Haoxiang's eyes and expressions are very different just now, and he did not resist He Junlin's approach
Yan Haoxiang not only quickly swallowed the water in his mouth, but also answered Song Yaxuan's question without a trace of hesitation. Song Yaxuan was surprised that He Junlin was accepted by Yan Haoxiang so quickly. It took him nearly a year to get acquainted with Yan Haoxiang
Yan Haoxiang looked at Song Yaxuan very seriously with light in his eyes. His feelings were very simple, like is like, hate is hate, but the love for He Junlin is not the kind of love Song Yaxuan has. He doesn't know what it feels like, it's a new relationship he hasn't had for so long
songyaxuan"Yan Haoxiang, you have no conscience"
Song Yaxuan muttered softly and opened the book that Yan Haoxiang had written. Although Yan Haoxiang was autistic, his father should have some education. He found a tutor to teach him a lesson, so Yan Haoxiang's words are also good-looking
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