Chapter 122 Waste (1)

[It doesn't matter, you don't have to give me a chance, anyway, I still have a lifetime to waste]

At the school's confession wall, Zhou Jiayan was holding a marker in his hand. After reading this line for a long time, a hint of violence suddenly appeared between his brows.

Which idiot wrote this thing on the confession wall, he is dead hypocritical.

He raised his hand and ruthlessly crossed out this line of words. He didn't think it was enough to vent his anger after he finished it. He also blacked out the little hearts and Cupid drawn by the couples next to him. He didn't know why Cupid messed with him.

After the bad deeds, he carried his schoolbag, his school uniform loosely tied around his waist, and swaggered past the guard's room.

The school guard couldn't control him, and he couldn't control him. He opened one eye and closed the other, letting him lightly prop up with one hand, and jumped out from the gate.

It was only two o'clock in the afternoon, and he didn't want to go home, so he turned into the Internet cafe next to him, borrowed his ID card from the network administrator, opened a computer, and played a few games of League of Legends.

There was no point in winning all the time, so he went to the opposite side and played a few rounds of billiards. When he came out of the billiards hall, the genius was slightly darkened. The time on his mobile phone showed that it was 17:35 pm on April 28th, three months had passed since the last time he saw Pei Zheng.

Pei Zheng has been filming in Yunnan for the past three months, and he just came back yesterday.

Zhou Jiayan whistled and threw the phone back into his schoolbag. The phone and the game console clicked together, making a slight clanging sound.

That was when the iPhone 4 first came out, and it was hard to find one, and Zhou Jiayan was the only one in the class who got it. If a classmate who didn't buy it sees him treating his new phone like this, he'll be so distressed that he'll grab it and keep it for him.

He didn't care so much, and walked quickly home with his hands in his sweater pockets. Passing by the convenience store, went in and bought a box of milk. When got home, threw away everything in the refrigerator, and put the milk in the most conspicuous place.

After doing all of this, he turned the air conditioner to the lowest temperature, then rushed into the bathroom and took a cold shower for 40 minutes.

No matter how young the young man was, he couldn't stand it. After a while, he managed to feel his head sinking. Curl up on the sofa and send a text message to the string of familiar numbers:

[Uncle, I seem to be sick]

He knew that the other party would not return, and he was not even sure whether the other party could see it or not. This was just a gamble.

Luckily, he won the bet today. An hour later, Pei Zheng brought his life assistant and opened the door, holding a long trench coat in his hand.

"Uncle," Zhou Jiayan, who was already burning badly, asked in a hoarse voice knowingly, "Is that you?"

Pei Zheng nodded and put the back of his hand on Jiayan's forehead next week, "The temperature is very high, I will ask the assistant to take you to the hospital."

"Don't go!" Zhou Jiayan didn't want this, he quickly refused, "Just stay with me here for a while!"

The feverish little boy's eyes were wet, and there was a wolf-like light in his eyes. So Pei Zheng didn't have the heart to expose him, and agreed with a smile: "Okay, then go back to the bedroom, I'm tired too."

As long as he can be alone with Pei Zheng, Zhou Jiayan is willing to go wherever he goes. They returned to the bedroom, Zhou Jiayan was lying on his side, making room for Pei Zheng.

They slept like this the previous "sick" times, and this time it was the same. Pei Zheng put the windbreaker on the back of the chair, lying on the outside of him naturally, the collar of the shirt spread out slightly, revealing the delicate and beautiful collarbone.

Zhou Jiayan stared at him without hesitation. Anyway, he was a patient, and the patient was the biggest.

Pei Zheng was laughed at by the wolf-like eyes again, and said helplessly, "What are you looking at?"

Zhou Jiayan: "Look at you."

Pei Zheng: "It's better to go to bed early, and the illness will get better sooner."

Zhou Jiayan shook his head: "I'll see you later."

Pei Zheng sighed: "If I have such a powerful effect, patients don't need to go to the hospital, just buy my movie tickets and they will be cured."

"No, uncle," Zhou Jiayan said recklessly, "you can only be my medicine, not others."

Zhou Jiayan didn't know how many times he told Pei Zheng about such a declaration.

Especially after the confession, Pei Zheng said that he would not touch minors, and refused with a smile.

At that time, Zhou Jiayan didn't give up and asked him, "Will you let me touch you when I am an adult?"

He was already very tall, and Pei Zheng was stuck behind the table and couldn't get out without his hands. Pei Zheng couldn't help being entangled by him, and said perfunctorily, "It depends on the situation."

"What's the situation?" Zhou Jiayan asked, "What do you need? I will work hard to exercise, the president will grow taller, and I will try to make you comfortable, uncle, give me a chance, okay? "

Such ** language came from the mouth of a sixteen-year-old child. It was green, childish, and full of sincerity and firmness. For some reason, Pei Zheng nodded and said, "Okay."

Later, Zhou Jiayan took chicken feathers as an arrow, and whenever Pei Zheng showed a little sign of refusal, he took this promise out.

On his seventeenth birthday, Zhou Jiayan bought a plane ticket and went to Pei Zheng's studio. After waiting outside the set for a whole day, what I saw was Pei Zheng and the same group of actors getting into the same nanny car one after the other.

Zhou Jiayan didn't know where the courage came from, so he rushed to the car and had a fierce fight with the actor. Specially greeted in the face, so that people's nose and face were bruised and swollen, and they did not leave the hotel for three days.

At night, he held Pei Zheng's arm pitifully to admit his mistake. With bruised eyes and fair skin, he looked like a sly little wolf dog, what else could Pei Zheng say.

He had to take an inch, and asked Pei Zheng again: "Uncle, there is still a year, can you just wait for me and stop looking for someone else?"

"Why do you ask so much?" Pei Zheng squinted at him.

"I'm better than him!" Zhou Jiayan said as he took off his clothes, with all the chest and abdominal muscles and vest lines. "Do you want to inspect the goods in advance?"

"...Well, don't make trouble," Pei Zheng had a headache, "I'm not looking for it anymore."

Pei Zheng did what he said, and really never found a fixed lover again. When you want to do it, make an appointment once, only once but not a second time, because with a second time, it is easy to have a third and fourth time, which is no different from a lover.

"Uncle," Zhou Jiayan leaned carefully beside him, "it's still half a year."

Pei Zheng: "Well."

Zhou Jiayan: "Can you let me kiss you in advance?"

If he let go of his kiss today, he would definitely make more excessive demands in a few days. Pei Zheng could see clearly about Zhou Jiayan's tricks. He turned his back to Zhou Jiayan and said, "Shut up and go to sleep."

Zhou Jiayan really shut up.

But he didn't sleep. Pei Zheng was filming in the south and the north, and the two of them met very rarely. He didn't go to the studio if he wanted to. Pei Zheng didn't tell him where he was at all. If Zhou Jiayan could go there, if he couldn't find it on the Internet, he could only use this way of pretending to be sick.

I have to deny that Pei Zheng is good-looking, the kind that no matter men, women or children will find exquisite and good-looking. Zhou Jiayan stared at his back, fascinated for a while, and his heart kept beating.

There was a dangerous thought in his head, he stretched out his arm, hesitated for a moment in the air, and gently placed it on Pei Zheng's waist.

In the darkness, Pei Zheng didn't expect the child to be so courageous, and opened his eyes slightly in astonishment: "Jia Yan."

Zhou Jiayan did not speak.

Pei Zheng: "Take your hand down."

"I fell asleep," Zhou Jiayan said. "I can't hear a sound."

Pei Zheng felt that the child was getting more and more difficult to control, and pretended to be angry: "Take your hands down, I'm angry!"

However, even if he threatened like this, the movements of the people behind him remained unchanged. Not only did it not change, but he put his face on his ear and acted like a rogue: "Uncle, I'm a patient, and you don't need to have the same knowledge as a patient. I'll just hug you, just hug."

The air that people with fever blows is hot, and Pei Zheng's ears are a little numb.

"...Only once," Pei Zheng felt a little guilty, "It's almost the college entrance examination, have you reviewed it well?"

Zhou Jiayan lied: "Yes, I study hard every day."

Pei Zheng: "Then why did I hear from the teacher that you only had half a day of class, and you beat the sports committee next door to tears the day before yesterday?"

Normal students would be more or less ashamed when they heard their teachers and parents react to their evil deeds, but somehow, the child's voice sounded excited.

"Uncle," Zhou Jiayan raised her voice, "Do you care about my academic performance?"

Pei Zheng was silent for a while.

"You care, right?" Zhou Jiayan said, "I will study hard for your care!"

Early the next morning, Pei Zheng felt that Zhou Jiayan's body temperature had returned to normal, so he went to the kitchen.

Most of the actors have a bad stomach, and he is the same. If he doesn't eat in the morning, he will easily have stomach pains all day long.

However, when opened the refrigerator, only saw a carton of milk, not even instant food such as instant noodles. Pei Zheng frowned, how did the child live, can his body bear it like this?

Helpless, he went to the supermarket downstairs to buy some simple vegetable noodles, and ordered two bowls of noodles with clear soup.

When Zhou Jiayan got up, there was no trace of that person in the room, leaving only a bowl of noodles. The taste is average, and the appearance is also poor. The person is used to being served and can't make anything delicious.

But he still ate all the soup without any leftovers. This was the greatest tenderness that person could give him.

From spring to summer, in the time before the college entrance examination, even if Zhou Jiayan wanted Pei Zheng to go crazy, he never went to him again.

Contact occasionally, sometimes get a response, most of the time not. He didn't care either, he still sent it to himself: [Uncle, I have passed all subjects in the examination today], [Uncle, I have entered the top 200 in the grade], [Uncle, the first game in H city today is held]. Rain], [Uncle, there is still a week for the college entrance examination, will you come back to accompany me? 】

The last one, Pei Zheng didn't reply, and suddenly lost interest in studying Zhou Jiayan. In his life, neither the college entrance examination nor the life is for himself. To be precise, after his parents left, the reason why he could persist in living was only two words - Pei Zheng.

He skipped classes and fought just to attract Pei Zheng's attention, and the same is true of studying. If the only thing Pei Zheng mentioned in the college entrance examination was not done well, what face would he have to face Pei Zheng?

He really studied hard, and the teachers all said with a smile that he would definitely be able to take a book, and he wanted Pei Zheng to witness his efforts.

So the day before the college entrance examination, he grinded Pei Zheng's life assistant all night, and got the news that Pei Zheng was participating in activities in Linshi.

After sitting on the high-speed train for two hours, he rushed over happily, and just took a taxi to the hotel lobby where Pei Zheng was staying, and he saw a very familiar scene.

Pei Zheng and a strange man came out of the same room one after the other.

It was the day before his college entrance examination, and also... his eighteenth birthday.

The author has something to say: the first sentence in the article is the lyrics, from Lin Youjia's "Waste", it sounds very nice_(:3)∠)_