He and Zhou Yuchen had more than ten years of friendship, and he didn't even ask for money from Zhou Yuchen.
- and now.
The hands of Lin Juexiao's watch rang crisply, the time was almost up, and Zhou Jinye was about to arrive.
It was sultry at two o'clock in the afternoon. The crowds pouring out of the high-speed rail station were all carrying large and small bags. Perhaps it was intuition. Lin Juexiao felt that he saw Zhou Jinye at first sight.
He was wearing black short sleeves without any patterns, his pants were also very ordinary overalls, with a SLR bag slung over his shoulders.
The boy is very tall, his bangs are not over his eyebrows, his eyebrows are appropriately thick and black, and his eyes are beautifully curved, but they look a little unappealing.
Lin Jue Xiaobi glanced at the bareheaded photo Zhou Yuchen sent him - the boy in the photo looked younger than he did now, and his face was still expressionless, as if someone owed him five million.
It's him, that's right.
Lin Juexiao held an umbrella, fell in the shallow puddle, and walked in the direction of Zhou Jinye in the rain.
The boy stood on the steps at the entrance of the high-speed rail station, holding a 26-inch suitcase in his right hand, and the little girls who passed by frequently looked back at him.
Zhou Jinye turned a blind eye, with the word indifference written on his face and airpods on his ears.
It was the first time that Lin Juexiao met such a little boy, not pretending to be cool, but really cool.
He was also a little nervous, but just stood under the steps and called out hesitantly, "Jinye?"
The boy who was much taller than him on the steps suddenly raised his head, his eyes were like obsidian, and he saw Lin Juexiao's When, look at it.
Zhou Jinye's arms had the thinness characteristic of young people, but they were covered with tight muscles. When bending over to carry the suitcase, the lines of his arms were very smooth.
"Yeah."
Zhou Jinye responded, perhaps because his voice was a little hoarse during the voice change period.
Probably because he felt that he was being so impolite, he stuttered and added: "Excuse me."
Lin Juexiao was amused by him. He was very pleasing, with soft eyebrows and eyes, which was in line with Chinese aesthetics. When I woke up, it was like a warm spring breeze.
He smiled and said, "Didn't you say don't use honorific titles? I'm a few years older than you, so you can just call me brother."
Zhou Jinye's eyes swept across Lin Juexiao's chest and abdomen, which shook slightly with a smile, and he followed What Lin Juexiao meant, he shouted in a low voice: "Thank you... brother."
He probably rarely called brother, and his tone was a little stiff.
Lin Juexiao's eyes turned into crescents with a smile. He wanted to help Zhou Jinye with his luggage, but he was dodged again.
He didn't force it, just held the umbrella in front of Zhou Jinye and pointed to the car not far away: "Let's go, the car is over there."
Zhou Jinye replied in a low voice.
The thunderstorm came suddenly. The umbrella was a single umbrella that Lin Juexiao turned out from the back seat of the car. There was also a huge logo printed on the umbrella.
