Paper Plane

Tang Junhe instinctively wanted to run.

The moment he lifted his foot, Zhou Lin called out to him: "Xiao He!"

The voice was neither high nor low, but it was extremely clear in the dark and quiet campus at this moment. Maybe staying on campus is safer than running out, this idea flashed through Tang Junhe's mind, at least the school's security office is not far away, and Yang Xuan is still standing on the playground behind him—but, Yang Xuan is still on the playground up? Or is it already gone?

Zhou Lin walked towards him, stretched out his hand and tried to pull his arm.

Tang Junhe dodged, he took two steps aside, turned his body slightly towards the playground, and then quickly glanced at the playground. Yang Xuan was still there, and he couldn't explain why, but he felt a little more at ease.

He took a deep breath calmly, looked at Zhou Lin and asked, "Mr. Zhou, why are you here?"

"I came to see you, and I asked for leave." Zhou Lin's crew cut looked neat and neat, but it didn't make his temperament look much cleaner. He looked at Tang Junhe with some embarrassment and said, "You, your classmate said that you transferred here, so I just want to come and see you."

"You wanted to follow me yesterday." Tang Junhe tried his best to look calm. He took two steps towards the old tree that hadn't sprouted yet, and made a posture of leaning on the tree with his body—in fact, he He just wanted to face the playground to make sure Yang Xuan hadn't walked away.

"Who came to pick you up yesterday?" Zhou Lin moved step by step, with his back to the playground, trying to get close to Tang Junhe, "I saw a man came to pick you up, you got into that car, what do you have?" what relationship?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Tang Junhe looked in the direction of the playground and said, "Stay away from me."

He saw that Yang Xuan was also looking at him.

Yang Xuan was leaning on the basketball hoop to drink water. When their eyes met, he seemed to smile inexplicably. Then, while drinking water slowly, he looked at Tang Junhe's direction with great interest.

- That kind of gaze must have been misunderstood, Tang Junhe's nails got stuck in the flesh of the palm of his hand.

—Perhaps what Zhou Lin did to him now, Yang Xuan would just watch from afar.

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Lin followed his gaze and glanced back, then quickly turned his head back. He raised his arm, as if he wanted to walk over and hug Tang Junhe.

"My brother is watching us." Tang Junhe took a step back and said suddenly.

Zhou Lin was taken aback for a moment, and stopped when he was about to lift up: "What?"

"Didn't anyone tell you? My brother, half brother." Tang Junhe tried to make his voice as calm as possible, and lowered his voice, "You can look back, the playground behind you up, he's looking at us."

His expression and tone were so calm, as if he was stating a certain thing, so that Zhou Lin looked back again.

In the dark sky, with a distance of more than ten meters, Zhou Lin couldn't see Yang Xuan's expression clearly at the moment. He could only vaguely see a tall boy leaning on the basketball hoop, looking at him secretly.

Early spring had not yet arrived, and the cold air was still pressing, but the boy was only wearing a half-sleeved T-shirt on his upper body, and the still young muscle lines on his arms were set off very arrogantly by the deepening twilight.

Beside him are a few boys who are about the same size as him, and they seem to have a good relationship with him.

This glance really made Zhou Lin's heart skip a beat. He didn't dare to stare at that man for too long, turned his head to Tang Junhe, and asked half-believingly, "Is he your brother?"

"Do you need me to call for you?" Tang Junhe squeezed the cold sweat on his palms and said, "If I call him over, maybe it's not as simple as just looking at you."

"No, no need." Zhou Lin said. He had obviously given up the idea of ​​coming over and hugging Tang Junhe.

"Then you go now," Tang Junhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "I will wait for my brother to go home together."

"Oh, oh," Zhou Lin replied hesitantly, "Xiaohe, I have no ill intentions towards you, I just like you, really, I did something wrong before, I didn't restrain myself..."

"Aren't you going?" Tang Junhe turned his gaze to the playground, took a breath, and pretended to call Yang Xuan over.

The hand he put into the pocket of his school uniform clenched his fist again, and he had already made a plan in his heart. If Zhou Lin insisted on pestering him, then he would go all out and beat Zhou Lin here—maybe or not. He can fight, but after all, he can alarm the security office not far away.

"Don't bark, I'll go." Zhou Lin looked at him humbly and said, "I'll come see you on Friday."

Tang Junhe didn't speak, but looked at him coldly.

After Zhou Lin bowed his head and hurried away, after a few minutes, he leaned against the tree trunk and exhaled a long breath.

Looking up at the direction of the basketball hoop again, Yang Xuan was turning his back to him, bending down to pick up the clothes beside him, as if he was about to leave.

Just now he lied and used Yang Xuan, Tang Junhe thought, but it doesn't matter, Yang Xuan won't know, because he won't mind his own business now.

He grabbed his schoolbag and ran out of the school gate quickly. There happened to be a bus parked at the station at the door, and he was about to close the door when he ran over in a hurry and opened the door again.

Tang Junhe ran over, jumped on the bus, took a seat by the window and sat down, turned his head and watched the bus drive past the school gate, and also passed the empty basketball court facing the school gate.

It was almost 7:30 when he got home, the food was on the table, Yang Chengchuan and Tang Xiaonian were sitting on the sofa waiting for him, and a boring news broadcast was playing on the TV.

"You came back so late today?" Seeing him coming back, Tang Xiaonian immediately stood up to greet him, "Is there someone really following you?"

"No," Tang Junhe put his schoolbag aside, "The last class exam was half an hour late."

"Oh, take off your school uniform and come to eat quickly." He lied so easily, Tang Xiaonian didn't doubt it, took Tang Junhe's school uniform and asked, "Will the homework in No. 1 Middle School be more difficult than No. 3 Middle School? "

"It's all the same." Tang Junhe walked towards the dining table.

"Your Uncle Chen didn't pick you up tonight, so he thought you were leaving first." Yang Chengchuan's gaze shifted from the news broadcast on TV to his face. He was a little short-sighted, and the appearance of wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses at this time reminded Tang Junhe of the word "dressed beast".

"There is a special school bus line at the gate of the school, so don't bother Uncle Chen to pick me up every day," Tang Junhe said, "The school's closing time at night may not be so fixed."

Tang Xiaonian looked up at him, and said angrily, "You're not happy when someone picks you up."

Tang Junhe sat upright at the dining table, and retorted quietly: "Someone came to cook for you, and you didn't see that you were happy."

Tang Xiaonian's face changed slightly, and he was about to say something, but was interrupted by Yang Chengchuan: "Jun He is more sensible than Xiaoxuan, since you insist, then I will tell Uncle Chen that he doesn't need to pick you up every day."

Tang Junhe nodded and said, "Yes."

"Come on, but keep this one." Yang Chengchuan came over and put a brand new mobile phone on the table in front of him. It was the latest model advertised on TV, and Tang Junhe recognized it at a glance.

"Thank you," he declined veiledly, "but I...I don't really use my phone,"

"Take what is given to you," Tang Xiaonian said, "It will be more convenient for you to call me when you come back late at night."

Yang Chengchuan sat down at the dinner table: "Take it, your mother's number is already entered in it, and your brother and mine are also in it."

Tang Junhe didn't say anything more, bowed his head and started eating.

After eating and returning to the room, he spread out his homework on the table and was stunned for a while, but did not move.

After a few minutes, he reached for the silver cell phone, dug out the memo, and deleted Yang Chengchuan's call. Then he clicked on Yang Xuan's item again, selected delete, and just about to press the OK button, he paused, turned off the screen, and put the phone back.

Forget it, Tang Junhe thought, anyway, he won't use this phone in the future.