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Teacher Liang called Fang Zheng into the office during the eighth class, and asked him if he knew why Fang An didn't come to class.

"I don't know," Fang Zheng said with a frown, "Teacher, have you called Fang An's house yet?"

"I called her a long time ago," Teacher Liang said. "His mother said that he hadn't returned home after going out yesterday, but he called her last night and said he was staying at a friend's house. We are worried now that he will It can't be that something happened, don't you usually have the best relationship with him? Don't you know anything? "

"I don't know," Fang Zheng frowned even more tightly, "But I should know which friend he refers to. I'll go look for him after school, and I'll call you when I find it... Worry about him."

"Okay then." Teacher Liang waved him back to the classroom first.

Fang An had the mobile phone that Zhao Xuan gave him, but no one except Zhao Xuan, him, and Wang Zhu knew that he should have used a public phone when he called home last night.

In recent years, Fang An will not do the stupid thing of skipping a whole day of class, after all, this is a No. [-] middle school with strict teaching, not a school for the bullies like No. [-] middle school.

Then where did he go!Fang Zheng looked at the empty seat next to him, anxiously looking forward to dismissing get out of class quickly.

Lin Lu didn't see Fang Zheng all day today, and he didn't even see anyone when he went to find him in Fang Zheng's classroom after school. He suddenly had a bad idea, until he grabbed a classmate and stumbled to ask Fang Zheng Did you come to class today? I was relieved when I got an affirmative answer.

"Then why didn't you wait for me to go home?" Lin Lu was driving alone on the road home, thinking curiously.

When the school bell rang, Fang Zheng dragged his schoolbag and left the classroom door. He first went to the school gate to find a shop, and borrowed a phone to call Fang An.

The dial tone kept coming from the handset, but no one answered.

"You fucking answer the phone for me!" Fang Zheng yelled while shaking his legs anxiously.

The store proprietress couldn't help but glanced at him.

"Huh?" Finally came a lazy voice on the phone, "Who?"

"Me! Fang Zheng!" Fang Zheng yelled the whole time, "Where the hell are you! You haven't come to class all day?"

"Ah...Fang Zheng." There was a sound of glass shattering from over there.

Fang Zheng's heart tightened: "Are you okay!"

The store proprietress couldn't help but glanced at him again.

"No, it's all right," there was a sound of rubbing messy things over there now, "just a few wine bottles fell and broke."

"What? You went drinking!" Fang Zheng's voice rose several times in an instant, "What the hell is wrong with you? You don't come to class to drink alcohol! Where are you now? Are you with Zhao Xuan?"

The store proprietress finally couldn't bear it any longer. After he finished speaking, she threw the melon seed husk in her hand on the table, glared at him and said, "Are you making a phone call to complain?"

There was a deathly silence on the other side of the microphone. Fang Zheng nodded embarrassedly to the proprietress, and mouthed that he knew and would keep his voice down.

The proprietress muttered something dissatisfied, and turned her head back.

"Where are you?" Fang Zheng asked, keeping his voice in a normal tone, "Why aren't you talking?"

Fang An seemed to cough violently a few times on the other end of the phone, and then said: "Nianhua, ah, no, it's not the box we often go to, yes, yes...fuck, where is it... oh, Come to think of it, it should be the innermost box."

Fang Zheng held his forehead helplessly: "Are you sober?"

"Yeah." The other side answered and hung up the phone.

"Fuck!" Fang Zheng tugged on the phone line uncertainly, and he just hung up?

"What on earth are you going to do?" The proprietress stood up and walked towards him, "Give me the money! Give me the money and leave! I've never seen someone like you make such a big noise with a phone call!"

"Wait, wait!" Fang Zheng clutched the phone, "Let me call our homeroom teacher again! Just a moment!"

After he finished speaking, he immediately pressed the button to call the teacher in charge. He still memorized the number temporarily, so he was afraid that he might make a mistake.

Fortunately, when the phone was connected, there was a familiar voice on the opposite side. Fang Zheng told him about finding Fang An, and told him not to worry. Teacher Liang asked Fang An what he did that day, and he helped him lie, saying that It was Fang An who fell ill and lay in bed at his classmate's house for a whole day. He didn't call back because the classmate's phone bill was later owed, and then there was no one else at home, and the classmate had gone to class, so there was no way to contact him.

Fang Zheng may only be destined to tell such clumsy lies in his life, and he doesn't know if Teacher Liang will believe it. Anyway, what he said on the other end of the phone is that he knows, let Fang An take a good rest.

After hanging up the phone, the proprietress came over immediately and stretched out her hand towards him.

"Wait, wait!" Fang Zheng covered the phone again. He suddenly remembered that he ran away suddenly, and he couldn't go home later. Would Lin Lu be afraid that something happened to him, so he would give the old man a call? Mom called, "I'll call my mom again."

So, under the displeased eyes of the proprietress, he made random excuses to his mother, saying that he might be home late today, then hung up the phone, paid the phone bill, and left immediately.

Wanghang Street, Nianhua KTV, in the innermost box, wine bottles, melons and fruit peels fell to the ground, but there was no music playing, and even the air was silent with the smell of wine.

"Tell me," Fang Zheng threw his schoolbag on the sofa panting, "what's going on?"

Fang An was nestled on the other side of the sofa, still drinking a bottle of wine in his hand, Fang Zheng walked over and snatched the bottle from him.

"Give it to me!" Fang An sat up, looking at him with bloodshot eyes, "Give me the wine!"

"Fuck!" Fang Zheng slammed the wine on the coffee table, "What the hell happened to you!"

Fang An looked at him for two seconds, then fell back on the sofa, covered his eyes with his arms, and said hoarsely after a while: "I broke up with Wang Zhu."

Fang Zheng understood immediately, and sat down beside Fang An: "So you came to drink the breakup wine? Did you drink for a long time?"

Fang An's answer caught him by surprise: "No, I'm like the kind of person who would die if we broke up?"

Fang Zheng thought for a while and said, "It's not like, why are you? It can't be that she cheated on you in front of you and made you so angry that you came to drink?"

"Ah," Fang An suddenly laughed, "It's about the same, but she wasn't the one who cheated."

"Ah? Split...split?" Fang Zheng's voice rose sharply, "It can't be you who cheated, right?"

Fang An wryly smiled in the colorful lights and said, "...Forget it."

When Lin Lu returned home, the first thing he went to was Fang Zheng's house. Today, Fang's mother took turns off, and she was sitting at the door doing cross-stitch.

"Auntie!" Lin Lu stopped the car, "Where's Fang Zheng?"

"He said that he and Fang An made an appointment to play basketball." Fang's mother stopped her movements, looked up at him and said with a smile, "Why? Didn't you notify me?"

"No," Lin Lu immediately put down the raised corner of his mouth, "He may have left in a hurry, so he didn't tell me."

"It's okay," Fang's mother still said with a smile, "Anyway, he said that he would definitely go home before dark. If you want to find him, just come back at night."

"Okay." Lin Lu kicked up the pedal and rode back home.

Inside the box.

"Say it again?" Fang Zheng pointed at Fang An in disbelief, "You're kidding me, there is no such thing as you cheating!"

"I didn't cheat," Fang An said in a lazy voice, as if he was going to pass out at any moment, "but Wang Zhu must have thought I cheated, anyway, in her opinion, I was no different from a pervert who cheated, but he Saying that Wang Zhu is not a good person."

"What do you mean?" Fang Zheng asked, "What pervert? Who said Wang Zhu is not a good person, how could Wang Zhu think you cheated?"

"Because," Fang An pressed his swollen eyes, "someone wants her to think so."

bang!The frame of the photo on the wall of Lin Lu's bedroom suddenly fell off, and the photo of two smiling boys crossing their shoulders and smiling happily was covered with shattered glass.

"Fuck!" Lin Lu walked over, carefully opened the glass, picked up the photo, then he stood up and looked at the wall, it turned out that the nails on the wall were loose.

He still remembers the content of this photo. He and Fang Zheng have taken photos together many times, but they were all taken when they were young. After growing up, they rarely took photos. This photo was when he and Fang Zheng went to the beach to play. shot.

It was Tang Xiao's snapshot, which captured the scene of him and Fang Zheng laughing the happiest in a timely manner. The background was the blue sea, blue sky and white sandy beach. It was a particularly beautiful photo.

"I have to buy a new photo frame." Thinking this way, Lin Lu put the photos into the album dedicated to the photos of him and Fang Zheng, and then cleaned the broken photo frame with a broom.

After tidying up, Lin Lu sat in front of the desk. He opened the window in front of the desk a little, watching the somewhat gray scene in the autumn evening, and kept rubbing his hands on the lucky beads.

play basketball?

Date someone to play basketball?

This has to be an appointment with someone to play some century basketball, so that he can leave without telling him?

Obviously lying.

Thinking of this, Lin Lu narrowed his eyes, stood up and closed the window.

"No," Fang Zheng looked at the person lying on the sofa with his hands over his eyes, and he was about to cry, "Brother, you used to be so mean-spirited that you could almost fuck around Someone who came from the [-]th bend of the mountain road? Aren’t you a straight person? Can we explain the matter clearly and straightforwardly?”

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