First love Fangxing

Game No.13 was the last game, and it was almost 11:[-] after the game was over. Everyone turned on the TV and played music in the background, chatted while eating snacks, and waited for midnight.

Liu Muyang has been paying attention to Fang Xing, seeing Fang Xing back to normal, talking to himself and everyone easily, he suddenly felt lost.

Smoking time seems to be coming to an end...

At 23:59, the alarm bell rang.Everyone stopped their snacks.

Xi Yuan adjusted the PAD to the interface of the clock and placed it in the middle of the table.

Everyone was silently staring at the slowly moving pointer on the screen.

"There are still 20 seconds left, count down from 10 seconds, listen to my password!"

The sound of each other's breathing can be heard quietly, and as time gets closer, the atmosphere becomes more and more tense.

"10!"

"9!"

"8!"

"7!"

"6!"

"5!"

"4!"

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"HappyNewyear~" "Happy New Year!!!"

Congratulations came and went for a while.

Some people slapped the table, some jumped around in place, some hugged each other, and even the faces of those who were not usually very happy were full of joy.

Liu Muyang looked at Fang Xing beside him, and Fang Xing was also looking at him.

"Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

The two said at the same time, and smiled at each other.

Liu Muyang opened his arms, and Fang Xing also opened his arms with a smile.The two embraced and congratulated each other.

Liu Muyang thought of many nights before New Year's Day a long time ago, when he and Fang Xing counted and waited for zero.Suddenly, I really want to thank Xi Yuan for the opportunity she created for me.He is very satisfied with the gift Xi Yuan gave him this evening.

The group played for a while before separating, and Liu Muyang drove Fang Xing downstairs.

I want to take him home, lie in the same bed like when I was a child, say goodnight to each other, and sleep in each other's arms.

However, he said: "Shu Yu said that he bought a lot of delicious food, so you should go too."

Just one sentence, no, a name pulled him back to reality.

He does not belong to himself, he belongs to that woman.

Happy, call it a day.

He asked, "Go up and sit down?"

He replied: "I'm tired and want to go back to rest early."

So, they broke up in one shot.

One cycle is over, and the next one is just beginning.

The day before yesterday, there was heavy snow without ankles, and only one day later, except for the roof and some places where there is no sunlight, there is still a little white, and most of the ground has rarely seen snow.

On the deserted playground, the traces of water left by the melting snow turned into hard ice before being absorbed by the ground, making the playground covered with a layer of glass in the sun.

Although the sun is shining brightly on a sunny day in winter, the temperature is pitifully low, and it only melts a thin layer of ice on the surface of the ice for most of the day.

"Boom!" Kneeling on the concrete floor covered with a thin layer of ice, a sharp pain came from his knees, and he couldn't help but hissing.

Knowing that this kind of ice surface is very slippery, I still accidentally fell on it. Fortunately, my body is flexible and supported on all fours to avoid falling on the dog and eating shit.

Getting up, rubbing the limbs that were in close contact with the earth, there was another "hiss" from the pain.

Rubbing his water-stained hands, he cursed softly.

"Hey! In the third year of high school, there was a class where someone got into a fight!"

"what's the situation?"

"My sister said it was in the class next to theirs! It is said that they were in self-study, and the two boys started to fuck after a disagreement! The whole classroom was messed up! They even hurt people! Look at the photos here!"

"My God! It's so miserable!"

When I was in class, I suddenly felt flustered for no reason. After listening to a few girls' gossip during the break, my heart was beating violently. I grabbed my phone and looked at the photos, but I couldn't see anything except the messy desks and chairs.

disturbed!I wonder if something happened to that person?He threw the phone back to the owner and ran out.

That person, Fang Xing, is in the high school!

Looking up at the teaching building not far ahead, the target is there, enduring the pain in the knee and raising his leg to continue walking, walking cautiously and anxiously.

Finally, he crossed the playground, climbed up to the fourth floor, and rushed to the door of Fang Xing's classroom panting.

The class has already started, the classroom is very quiet, the desks and chairs are arranged fairly neatly, the students are buried in their books, everything looks normal.

Looking around, I didn't find Fang Xing, and there were two people missing besides him.With a thump in my heart, I turned my head suddenly and saw Fang Xing limping coming from the corner.

He hurried over to help him.When the other party saw him, his expression was obviously surprised, and an unknown light flashed in his eyes.

In the next second, he was dodged abruptly.

The head in front of him hangs down, and the gauze hidden in the hair on the forehead is covered by the hair in a flash.

"Why are you here?"

"You are hurt?"

The two asked at the same time, but were silent at the same time.

The other party lowered his head even deeper, as if he wanted to avoid his gaze.But he succeeded, because of the disparity in height, only a dark head can be seen.

"How did you get hurt?"

Asking this, he still couldn't help raising his hand to brush away the hair on his forehead, revealing the blood-stained gauze.

The wound was on the edge of the hairline, and the hair around it was shaved off. It was wrapped in gauze about the size of an egg, and it was bloodstained. The bright red color was shocking.

The blood rushed upwards, and he couldn't help clenching his fists, wanting to find out the murderer who hurt him, and let the other party repay him double!

"It's okay, it's on the corner of the table."

Fang Xing said it lightly, and took a small step back without any trace.

The hair covered the wound again, and the head in front of him was still lowered, not looking at himself.

That's right, the two of them haven't had eye contact for a long time, and every time they meet, they just glance at each other.However, from an angle he couldn't see, his gaze was uncontrollably glued to him all the time...just like now.

The head in front of him quickly lifted up, glanced at him, and then quickly looked past him to the classroom behind him.

"Class is over, you can go back."

Listening to the almost emotionless words, on an impulse, he dodged to block the other party's view of the back.

A drop of sweat trickled down his cheek from his hair.

The gaze returned to his face again, the light in his eyes changed and changed, the gaze paused for a while, and turned away again.

Wanting to ask him if it hurts or if he feels uncomfortable, he swallowed the words again.It was as if something changed with just one mouthful, and all the forbearance and struggle I had so far were in vain.

Loosening his clenched fist, he raised his hand and before he could touch the person in front of him, he was detected by the other person's intention and abruptly dodged away.

"I'm fine, you go back quickly."

Some urging means.

I can't help but feel sad, this is all caused by myself.

The hand that stopped in mid-air continued to lift up, wiped off the cold sweat on his face, and moved a step to the side to make way.

The other party stepped forward silently and walked in front of him. Even though he was wrapped in a thick down jacket, his thin figure and limping gait were branded in his eyes, causing pain.

There was a clear numbness and pain in his arm, Liu Muyang frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

I don't know when I fell asleep lying in front of the computer, and had a dream. I dreamed about a long time ago, and dreamed about the unpleasant past that had been dusty for a long time.

He sat up, leaned back in the chair, and made slow grasping movements to ease the numbness in his arms.

My head is a little unconscious, and I haven't completely escaped from the dream just now.He closed his dry eyes and stroked his stuffy chest.Maybe I've been too tired lately, so I dream of remembering the past.

After that party, he deliberately got busy.Fang Xing asked him out several times, but he turned him down with various excuses.It's not that I don't want to see each other, but I find that my feelings have become more and more unbearable, as if as soon as I relax a little, I will blurt out and confess to him...

"Jingle bell—"

The soft ringtone of the phone gradually became louder, Liu Muyang sat up lazily, and picked up the phone on the table.When he saw the word "Fang Xing" displayed on the screen, he immediately corrected his posture as if he was facing an enemy, and his whole body became tense.

With a light swipe of his finger, before reaching his ear, he heard Shang Shuyu's strenuous roar on the other end of the phone: "Your brother is in danger, come quickly!"

The screen returned to the lock screen interface, and the phone was hung up.

Holding the phone and blanking it for two or three seconds, Liu Muyang's head buzzed.Before his brain had time to react, he quickly put on clothes on his body.When he rushed out of the house in a hurry and was surrounded by the sudden cold air, he woke up a little bit.

He remembered that he hadn't even asked where they were, what happened.

While running towards the gate of the community, he called Fang Xing, and the long wait for the ringtone made him even more impatient.I called Shang Shuyu again, but still no one answered.He simply stopped calling, put his phone back in his pocket, and started running at a faster speed.

It was approaching midnight and it was cold winter, so the possibility of being at home was relatively high. Let's go to the residence of the two of them first... Thinking of this, he ran to the main road and was about to stop the car.

However, there are few cars on the empty avenue, and I finally met a car that stopped to see off passengers, but was told by the driver that I was off work.He lingered for a long time, and when he had run out of good words, he was willing to send him off.

If the driver doesn't agree, he might snatch the car.

Lying on the back seat and looking at the dark, deserted and rapidly changing street scene outside the car window, Fang Xing's thin back, wrapped in gauze and limping, kept appearing in his mind.It was all because of the dream just now, which made the already blurred memory and feeling clearer after more than ten years, and made him feel more uneasy.

This anxiety reached its peak the moment he knocked on the door of Fang Xing's house, as if his heart jumped out of his throat without paying attention.