I Really Like That Guy!

Through these eyes, A Luo saw a sentence: Help me.

He was asking her for help, just like the lonely and helpless child when he was young, locked in a dark room with no light by those adults, in endless fear, expecting someone to rescue him.

Arlo clenched his hand without hesitation, tightly and forcefully.

"Don't be afraid, I will walk with you, no one can hurt you." The girl raised her face and stared at the sweaty boy with earnest and serious eyes.

Her hands were small and soft. As soon as she clenched his fingers, Xu Yizhou clenched them tightly as if she was holding a life-saving straw. He clasped her hand tightly in the cold and sticky palm, and his dark eyes were fixed on her face.

At this moment, there are no other thoughts in his mind, and there is only one thought left in the chaotic thinking.

Someone came to rescue him, and he was not alone.

From childhood to adulthood, Xu Yizhou had many seizures, and each time, the people around him would stay far away from him, lest approaching him would make his reaction worse.

No one ever tried to get close to him, to take his hand.

It turned out that with just one pair of hands and a word of "don't be afraid", he could be rescued from the suffocating darkness.

A Luo didn't notice Xu Yizhou's change, probably because of the lack of strength. The boy leaned most of his body on her shoulders, forcing up such a tall man. It was very difficult for her to walk, and she had to put all her heart into it. Under your feet, for fear of falling over if you are not careful.

The modeling shop Zhou Qian had made an appointment with was not far away. After walking for about five minutes, a few people finally entered the shop.

It should have been greeted in advance, and as soon as a few people entered, they were greeted in the empty workshop, where a professional stylist was waiting.

Seeing Zhou Qian, the stylist said hello with a smile, obviously she is an old customer here.

Zhou Qian didn't care to respond, and surrounded her son sitting on the sofa with an anxious look on her face: "Yi Zhou, are you okay? If not, let's go back, okay? Let's come again next time, you go this time. It's been great to have traveled so far, Mom is really happy, let's take it slow, shall we?"

Xu Yizhou sat there with his head down, his face as white as paper, and his chin was dripping with sweat.

He looked pale and haggard, but his clear eyes were bright and spirited, as if hiding two bright little stars.

"I," his throat was a little dry, he coughed lightly, and said word by word, "I, yes."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the girl who was holding his hand and hadn't let go.

It was obvious that it was asking for her opinion.

Perhaps after a tense period, he no longer held her hand so hard. Xu Yizhou's hand was hidden in the sleeves of the wide sweater, only showing half of his knuckles.

A Luo's hand was also pulled halfway into his sleeve, and the cuffs were puffed up.

He sat a little lower than her standing, looked up at her eagerly, and wrote a few bright characters on his face: "Will you stay with me?"

Arlo could read his eyes almost instantly, and his thoughts were too good to guess.

She curled her lips, showed a smile, and gently hooked his finger: "Okay."

It was only when Zhou Qian noticed this scene that she was so distraught that she didn't notice that the two of them were holding hands all the time.

At this time, I saw clearly, and a deep surprise flashed in my eyes.

The son resists the touch of others. This is something everyone in the family knows, so if it is not necessary, the people around him will deliberately keep a distance from Xu Yizhou.

Since he was seven years old, Zhou Qian had never hugged Xu Yizhou once, and even dared not come within one meter of him.

Before handing over the dog to You Luoshui at home, and being easily soothed by You Luoshui in the car, now he accepts her completely, and even accepts her approach and actively seeks her contact... This must not be a coincidence.

After the shock, Zhou Qian's eyes showed a touch of excitement and relief.

She had a hunch that it would not be long before she could see Xu Yizhou returning to normal.

Zhou Qian's inner activities, Arlo does not know.

Xu Yizhou was obviously very repulsive of unfamiliar stylists. As soon as he sat on the chair, when the stylist gave him a scarf, his face became snow-white again, and the hand that held A Luo was also strengthened, she could feel the bones being pierced. oppressive pain.

When the stylist grabbed the comb in one hand and the scissors in the other, his eyes gradually became flustered, but he couldn't move his head when he cut his head, and he could only look for her shadow in the mirror.

Fortunately, the mirrors in this store are very large, and A Luo's figure is also reflected in the mirrors on the entire wall.

When he looked at her from the mirror, Arlo winked at him mischievously and made a wink expression.

Xu Yizhou was stunned for a moment, then she was distracted by her, and her emotions were visibly relaxed.

efficient!

A Luo was relieved, and whenever he was a little anxious, he made an expression to him.

Sometimes he pouted, like he was throwing a tantrum. Sometimes sticking out his tongue to him, cute and playful. Sometimes I put **** on the top of my head, like a rabbit's ears, and bend my fingers cutely. Sometimes he even pinch his cheeks, making a cross-eyed grimace.

She was obviously a well-bred lady since childhood, but at this time she was like a comedian performing a mime, trying to attract the attention of the only audience.

In fact, the boy couldn't take his eyes off her since she threw a wink at him.

He ignored the stylist behind him, the sound of the scissors clicking on the top of his head, and everything around him. All that was left in his eyes was the girl's pretty little face, her sparkling smiling eyes, and her lips that were as soft as petals.

The passage of time becomes inconspicuous, and by the time the stylist has finished cutting the hair as requested, half an hour has passed.

This is the easiest hair cut ever made by a stylist since he started working in this store. It doesn't need to be dyed and ironed, just a little trimming.

The result of the cut is a rare good one. Xu Yizhou is good-looking, no worse than the little fresh meat that is popular on TV. The skin is fair all year round, the brow bone is high, the bridge of the nose is straight, the eyebrows are sharp and the outline is clear. . Originally, when the hair was long, the forehead was covered, and it looked a little obedient and introverted. Now that the forehead is exposed, the sunny youthful air can't be hidden.

Some people are good-looking, even with bald heads and sacks.

This is not the most shocking thing. The stylist has been reminded before that during the haircut process, don't chat with the guests, keep silent, and finish the haircut.

As a result, in just half an hour, he felt that he had suffered a cosmic crit!

This haircut also shows affection! Too zombie! Just don't treat people like people!

Looking through the mirror, this young couple with outstanding appearance and outstanding family background is in the mirror, and the two little hands are still tightly held together. He is a dog, a noble single noble dog.

Don't ask, ask is enough to eat! They're almost dead!

With a professional fake smile on his face, the stylist sent the big client out, and when he returned to the store, he slumped on the sofa helplessly.

The assistant stylist came over and said gossip: "Mr. Tony, it's the first time that Sister Zhou brought her son here. I heard that her son is mentally ill, do you see it?"

Tony waved his hand and said with his eyes open: "It's fake, it's all fake!"

"What fake?"

"Her son is so handsome! She also has such a beautiful little girlfriend, and the two are still so affectionately in love. How could she be sick! The rumors are not credible, do you understand?"

Assistant: "Ah, what's wrong with you, teacher? It feels like you're being stimulated..."

"I was just thinking, the love in my youth is really beautiful." Tony sighed.

On the other side, A Luo and his party were walking back to the car. Xu Yizhou was still looking at her without blinking. He was in the store before to appease him, but now A Luo rushed up shyly and didn't dare to follow her. He looked at each other.

His eyes were too direct, and there was nothing to hide, and her cheeks couldn't help but steam up.

Zhou Qian walked behind not far or near, quietly looking at the two children in front, the smile on her face became more and more obvious, and her eyes narrowed.

There were no other accidents after that, Xu Yizhou was in good condition, and even more relaxed after getting in the car.

The car started slowly, A Luo pulled his hand and reminded him, "Brother Yizhou."

Xu Yizhou stared at her, his black eyes shining like a puppy being called by his master, "What?"

Seeing his expression like this, Arlo couldn't bear it anymore. She paused and whispered, "You haven't let go of me yet?"

The next second, the boy's bright eyes suddenly dimmed. He pursed the corners of his lips tightly, his eyelashes drooped down in despair, and the light in his eyes went out inch by inch.

A Luo: "..." I don't know why, but there is an expected feeling.

Is he really, really not pretending to be pitiful? How can it be so?

A Luo murmured inwardly, but he couldn't help but feel soft at the top of his heart, and stuttered and added: "It's okay to be late, it's okay to be late, it doesn't matter."

Xu Yizhou's mood immediately rose, although his expression was still very serious, but the excited emotions, like little stars, all ran out of his eyes.

A Luo completely surrendered, and he held his hand until he got out of the car.

When he got out of the car, he couldn't help but let go. This time Xu Yizhou didn't show that pitiful appearance again, and let A Luo leave without much entanglement.

After waving goodbye to Aunt Zhou and Xu Yizhou, A Luo still couldn't believe it. Didn't he hold her hand just now, so he was so refreshing this time?

A Luo didn't see it. After she left, Xu Yizhou turned his head and said to Zhou Qian, "Mom, I want to move, can I live in another place?"

Zhou Qian seldom heard what her son wanted, so she agreed without thinking: "Okay son, where do you want to live? Mom will arrange it."

Xu Yizhou: "I want to live next to Sister Luoshui's house."