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Jiang Heng followed Gu Yunchuan back home.

It was hard for Jiang Heng to refuse Gu Yunchuan's invitation. After all, his family bought a new game console and had three hearty and delicious meals.The fingerprint lock has already entered Jiang Heng's fingerprints, and the spare key is also hung on his schoolbag. He is as familiar with the road as if he was going back to his own home.

They ran into the neighbor next door and came back. A silver Bugatti Veyron drove into the garage. With the sound of the roaring engine, it looked like a vigorous beast in the night.Jiang Heng took a second look.

"Like?" Gu Yunchuan asked.

Every time Jiang Heng passed by the dessert shop, he would look twice more, and Gu Yunchuan also asked him in the same tone: "Like it?"

Jiang Heng looked away, and asked the question he wanted to ask a long time ago: "Gu Yunchuan, will your parents give me 500 million and let me leave you?"

Gu Yunchuan smiled: "No. But—" He opened the door and took out slippers for Jiang Heng, "If they do this, you have to accept it."

Jiang Heng put down his schoolbag, sat on the sofa, and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"In this way, when I spend another 1000 million to get you back to me, you will have 500 million."

Jiang Heng said: "It sounds like you are richer than your parents."

Gu Yunchuan opened the refrigerator and took out the milk: "My father has no inheritance rights, and neither does my mother."

"But you have." Jiang Heng answered.

Gu Yunchuan poured milk into a cup and heated it in the microwave: "Yes."

Gu Yunchuan was ready to continue answering, but he heard the sound of the game behind him.For Jiang Heng, the game is more attractive than the secrets of the rich.

Gu Yunchuan put the milk on the table in front of Jiang Heng, bowed his head and kissed his ear.Cat ears are very sensitive, Jiang Heng subconsciously dodged for a while, Gu Yunchuan caught up, and his warm breath fell on the side of Jiang Heng's neck.There was no way for Jiang Heng to hide, his neck was flushed red from the roots of his ears.The guide beside him was already very close, and the tip of his nose even touched Jiang Heng's cheek, but the kiss did not fall for a long time.The cat's Adam's apple twitched, trying to look calm. The villain on the screen was still steadily avoiding obstacles, but the trembling eyelashes had already betrayed him.

Jiang Heng didn't want to be so innocent, but it's a pity that Sentinel has such a physique, and he is the best one, so he is naturally more sensitive.Moreover, his guide was not a fuel-efficient lamp, a few transparent spiritual tentacles quietly wrapped around Jiang Heng's wrists and ankles.

Gu Yunchuan said: "Maomao... I want to kiss you." Gu Yunchuan's voice was relatively cold, and the intonation didn't fluctuate too much, making it difficult to distinguish emotions.Wang Youdong always said that his voice sounded like he had a cold personality.When he called Jiang Heng "Maomao", he didn't deliberately lower his voice to look sticky, and his words were still clear, but Jiang Heng's ears went numb, and the blush spread to his face.

The character on the screen almost stumbled and fell off the cliff, Jiang Heng squeezed the game controller tightly, and rescued him with extraordinary hand speed.He pressed the pause button, pulled Gu Yunchuan's collar, brought him in front of him, kissed him casually on the corner of his lips, and tugged the small tentacles on his wrist in dissatisfaction: "Okay."

In the crowd, Gu Yunchuan dared to kiss him secretly, but in a house where no one was around, Gu Yunchuan wanted to ask his opinion.

The little tentacles rubbed Jiang Heng's palm affectionately, and returned to Gu Yunchuan's side.Jiang Heng looked at those spiritual tentacles like stems and leaves, and felt that Gu Yunchuan was like a tree.He chuckled, ignored Gu Yunchuan's questioning gaze, and continued playing his game.

Jiang Heng, who had made a plan for himself to get up early, lay down on time at 10:30, tossed and turned for a long time, and Gu Yunchuan who was beside him pulled him into his arms and clasped his waist: "Can't sleep?"

Jiang Heng felt that his wrist and ankle were being entangled again. He grabbed the spiritual tentacle with his backhand and asked the transparent little guy, "What's the matter with you?"

Gu Yunchuan tried to take them back, but the wound on his arm was painful, so he gave up.Kissing the tip of Jiang Heng's nose comfortingly, he said: "There is no way, you are the nourishment, they will germinate as soon as they see you."

"You scold me." Jiang Heng stared at Gu Yunchuan.

"...Huh?" In terms of understanding cats' way of thinking, Gu Yunchuan can already score 100 points, but unfortunately the full score is [-] points.

"Isn't the food that makes plants germinate poop?"

Gu Yunchuan laughed, and said, "Poop makes plants germinate, and cats make tentacles germinate."

Jiang Heng felt that these tentacles became warm and hugged him tightly.His thoughts seemed to be floating in the clouds, his exhaustion gradually dissipated, and he felt drowsy. He asked in a daze, "Will the tentacles that use cats as nourishment seeds bloom?"

What did Gu Yunchuan answer? He didn't hear clearly. In his dream, he dreamed of a cat's head protruding from a flower bud.

The next day, Jiang Heng was woken up by Gu Yunchuan, and it was rare for him to arrive at school on time.This semester, he unfortunately chose the politics class of the strictest teacher. Not only is he called in every class, but he also assigns class assignments, all of which are counted in the usual credits.

The teacher read the words in the book as usual.Her voice was muffled and sticky, like someone walking on wet mud in rain boots.Jiang Heng was sitting by the window, drawing on a book.He drew cats that bloomed from flower buds in his dreams.There was a pot of green radishes on the window sill, and the shadow of the leaves happened to fall on the cat's head. Jiang Heng traced the shadow and drew a small hat for the cat.

Most of the students around were drowsy, and occasionally there was the sound of pages being turned.The entire classroom also seemed to be sealed with damp soil.Jiang Heng put down the pen, pinched the tips of the green leaves, and stretched out his index finger boredly to gently push the flower pot.

The pots were pushed out of the ledge a little bit.

Jiang Heng straightened his back, his wandering thoughts focused on the precarious flowerpot in front of him.Of course he couldn't push the flowerpot down, like a fool—Jiang Heng thought so, and poked with his index finger again.The pot was tilted, and the rim of the base caught on the right angle protruding from the window sill.

Jiang Heng stared at the pot of green radish, its stems and leaves protruded from the window sill, and its drop-shaped leaves struggled to prop up its body, as if yearning for a free land.

Are you stuck here too?

Jiang Heng reached out and pushed the flowerpot down.

When an excellent sentinel concentrates, objects moving at high speed can also be like a slow-moving movie picture in their eyes.The leaves that shake off the sun, the soil that shakes and splashes, and the bugs that fly away from the flowerpot, everything is clearly visible.Jiang Heng seemed to have seen the scene of mud and tiles splashing everywhere, and the liberated green radish grew rapidly and spread, the roots were as thick as the trunk, and the leaves were as big as carpets.It broke through the roof and went towards the sky.

However, when he came back to his senses, the flower pot was falling steadily in his hands.Because of inertia, the palm-sized drop-shaped leaf shook slightly.

The next moment, Jiang Heng's ears rang in a commotion of tinkling bells.

It turned out that in order to catch the flower pot, Jiang Heng got up too quickly and brought the chair down. The chair hit the water glass of the classmate at the back table.Like dominoes, the entire classroom woke up.

When the teacher raised his head, Jiang Heng was still holding the flowerpot.

The guide class is taking an outdoor training class. The content of this class is to find objects within a limited time.The spiritual tentacles released by Gu Yunchuan were working conscientiously, but suddenly they all stood up and pointed in the same direction.

Crossing the playground and bypassing a teaching building, Gu Yunchuan saw Jiang Heng standing outside the classroom holding a pot of green plants with his back against the wall and his head lowered.It was during class time, and the teaching area was very quiet. Occasionally, a sparrow landed. Seeing someone approaching, they flapped their wings and flew away.

"Have you ever raised this?" Jiang Heng asked without looking up when he heard the footsteps.

Gu Yunchuan looked at the pot of green radishes he was holding, and shook his head: "No."

"You said, animals are locked in cages and lose their freedom, so does it mean that plants are lost in freedom if they are kept in pots?"

Gu Yunchuan thought about it seriously, and just when he was about to answer, Jiang Heng raised his head and interrupted him: "Why don't you go to class?"

"It's in class, outdoor class." Gu Yunchuan answered him.

"Hmm." Jiang Heng responded.

Gu Yunchuan keenly sensed his emotions: "Unhappy?"

"Whoever is punished to stand will be happy." Jiang Heng put down the flowerpot.

Gu Yunchuan pulled Jiang Heng's wrist and put the sugar in Jiang Heng's palm.Gu Yunchuan's sleeves slipped off as he raised his hand, revealing the hideous wound he added last night.

Jiang Heng picked it up, peeled off the candy wrapper, put the candy into his mouth, and said to Gu Yunchuan, "Give it to me." His voice was sticky from eating candy.

Gu Yunchuan handed him his hand.

Jiang Heng took out a pen from his pocket, rolled up Gu Yunchuan's sleeves, and carefully drew on his arm.

When the pen tip touched the skin, it was tender and itchy. Gu Yunchuan clenched his other hand into a fist and then loosened it, staring at Jiang Heng's drooping thick eyelashes.

The messy scars on Gu Yunchuan's arm turned into stems, roots grew from the bottom, and leaves and buds grew from the top.The leaves at the top of the newly added wound drooped and looked as if withered.

After Jiang Heng finished painting, he looked at it with satisfaction, then picked up the flower pot on the ground and stuffed it into Gu Yunchuan's arms: "The teacher asked me to take this pot of... grass back to grow. At the end of the semester, I will check whether it is still alive." He reasoned It should be said, "I don't know how to raise it, you help me raise it."

"And the ones in your hand." Jiang Heng tapped Gu Yunchuan's arm with a pen, "You never imagine what kind of flowers they will bloom."