Host, You're Targeted

Tang Yan trotted cautiously along the way to Yuan Hansheng's house. He didn't dare to pull yuan Hansheng's clothes to stop him as usual.

When he came to a corner, Tang Yan trotted to catch up with Shangyuan Hansheng when he accidentally bumped into a person. He quickly stepped back and apologized.

But when people waved their hands and said it was ok, when he went to chase yuan Hansheng again, the red light was on in front of him.

Yuan Hansheng's figure in the last second of flashing green light to the opposite road, Tang Yan's feet stopped at the side of the road, did not go forward.

He stopped leaning forward in time and stood on the side of the road with his teeth clenched and his head slowly lowered.

In his head, he was like a drummer with a hammer, which made him more and more flustered and even had an impulse to cry.

What's wrong with Yuan Hansheng?

Looking at the red light sign across the street, Tang Yan bit his lower lip, not even aware of the pain from his lips.

"Green light, please pass quickly..."

Tang Yan watched the passers-by on the zebra crossing, took a deep breath in his palm and strode towards the other side of the road.

Yuan Hansheng realized that Tang Yan didn't follow when he walked a long way across the road and didn't hear the footsteps behind him. He suddenly stopped and looked back. Where could there be the thin figure in the heavy down jacket behind him?

Yuan Hansheng didn't think so much. He immediately turned around and went to find Tang Yan along the road.

When he saw Tang Yan looking down at the zebra crossing across the road, Yuan Hansheng's heart finally fell back into his chest.

Tang Yan hung his head and mingled with the crowd. His shoulder, which had always been high and straight, hung down. The whole person looked pitifully thin.

Yuan Hansheng suddenly remembered that he had once been confessed by a girl in front of the library. Tang Yan followed him back to the dormitory with him. It seemed like this.

At that time, he walked alone in front of him. Suddenly, he noticed that Tang Yan, who was beside him, did not know when he was behind him. He turned around and looked at him. He just saw him walking slowly behind with his head down and holding several books.

The picture in the memory overlaps with the picture in front of him. Yuan Hansheng suddenly feels distressed.

"Red light, pedestrians stop."

The moment Tang Yan stepped onto the road, the red light was on. He staggered forward without stepping on it. He was firmly held in his arms by Yuan Hansheng.

"Ah Yan."

Yuan Hansheng held Tang Yan tightly, as if holding some rare treasure, while tightening his hands and whispering his name.

"Ah Yan..."

Tang Yan was frozen in his arms, afraid to move or drag his clothes.

Yuan Hansheng realized that he was holding a stiff wood. He realized that his anger and anger for no reason just now had brought Tang Yan an inexplicable panic.

He should have thought of the reason why Tang Yan had not confessed to him for so many years before.

Although Tang Yan is a clever little genius, he is always inferior in emotion.

"Ah Yan..."

Tang Yan's muscles are still stiff. I don't know whether it's cold or tense.

When he heard yuan Hansheng calling his name, he answered in a low voice.

Yuan Hansheng's arms are warm. Tang Yan feels that the villain playing drums in his head stops slowly.

Yuan Hansheng pulled Tang Yan's hand into the palm of his hand, and without the eyes of other people on the pipeline, he pulled his hand all the way to the door of his house.

The moment he opened the door, Yuan Hansheng pulled Tang Yan into his arms again. Fortunately, it was not hard wood, but soft ah Yan.