Host, You're Targeted

At noon on Sunday, Shen Yang and Lin fengxu got on the bus back to Lvcheng No.1 middle school.

Because it's Sunday, there are so many people coming and going back to school.

This is the last stop. Many people get off, but only Shen Yang and Lin fengxu get on.

There is only a single seat near the window in the whole car. Shen Yang presses Lin fengxu to sit down.

The bus did not give them two reaction time, and the car quickly turned the corner and drove forward.

Shen Yang still stood beside Lin Feng Xu and pressed his shoulder. Before he could catch hold of the handrail or the railing, he fell back with the shaking of the car and almost sat on the ground.

Lin fengxu had to struggle with him who was sitting and who was standing. As soon as the trunk was pushed to the empty seat in front of the seat, he saw Shen Yang fall back.

"Ah." Lin fengxu called out instinctively.

He stretched his arm around Shen Yang's waist and held Shen Yang in his arms in a very simple and crude way to help him stabilize himself.

Shen Yang grabs the upper handrail and pats Lin Feng Xu Gong's head in front of his chest, indicating that he should let go.

"No Lin fengxu stretched his feet against the trunk, not to let the trunk move with the shaking of the car. He also hugged Shen Yang's waist. "If I have nothing to support, I will not feel safe. I want to hold you."

The two of them were right next to the lower door. Shen Yang felt the sight from all directions.

"Don't make any noise." Shen Yang patted the soft head buried in his chest twice with the method of pushing the cat, and warned in a low voice, "someone is watching."

Lin Feng Xu this just let go of him, show a little lost ground pout, "that good trumpet."

"I'll sit for ten minutes and you'll sit again." Lin fengxu turned back to the driving direction, "if you're tired, tell me!"

Shen Yang saw a hair on Lin Feng Xu's head rising slowly. He stretched out a finger to hold down the curled hair. It was like bouncing rice straw to bounce the hair down.

"I see." Shen Yang helped Lin fengxu to straighten up his hair that he had just arched and scrambled. "How can you have this hair like a dog's?"

Lin fengxu pinched the armrest of the front seat. Hearing the speech, he began to laugh. He tilted his head and raised his chin to look at Shen Yang. He said, "isn't it the dog that's in disorder?"

Shen Yangqu began to point at Lin fengxu and made a gesture of flicking his forehead. The milk was fierce and threatened: "brother, pay attention to your words."

Lin fengxu: Hey, hey

Shen Yang can't do anything about him, so he can only pretend to be cruel and tidy his hair. After a while, he also laughs.

The people in the back row all cast their eyes at them, curious, surprised, surprised and happy.

There are many different people in the back row. There are old people, students, adults and children in their arms. There are men and women, tall, short, fat, thin and of medium build. There are those with friendly faces and angelic brilliance. There are also people with full facial hair, which seems not to be easy to be provoked.

Their eyes are converged, and they are all standing by the window, but they are looking at the two big boys who are very harmonious.

No one knows what the relationship is between them. They notice the way they get along. Different people have different opinions.

They were standing in the crowd, surrounded by the sound of pointing, but that didn't stop them from laughing and moving on.

Those noises will eventually become the clouds behind them. They have no other function except to add rich color to their life.