don't force me

Du Xuan lay on the table and glanced lazily at Lin Tingan: "Thank you, I won't go."

"why?"

"I...I choose a seat, can't I sleep in another place?"

Lin Tingan looked at him for two seconds, picked up his schoolbag and left. As soon as he moved out of the sofa seat, Du Xuan's leg turned sideways, just across the small dining table to block him.

"What's wrong with you?" Du Xuan sat up.

"Du Xuan, I think you are very boring." Lin Tingan stood, lowered his eyes and squinted at him, "If you don't like me as a friend, just say it, and if you think I'm too meddlesome, just say it. They all make up such nonsense to fool me." He glanced at Du Xuan's legs, "Showing off your long legs?"

Du Xuan slowly withdrew her leg, Lin Tingan snorted and raised her leg to leave.

Du Xuan suddenly whispered, "I'm sorry."

"What?" Lin Tingan blinked, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

"I said I'm sorry." Du Xuan sat up straight again, "I'm in a bad mood today, I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Lin Tingan said: "Okay. Then I will ask you one last time, will you go or not?"

Du Xuan shook her head: "Thank you. I won't go."

Lin Tingan: "If you don't want to go, then you can't just stay here all afternoon, you have a fever."

Du Xuan said, "It's okay, I'll be back in a while."

Lin Tingan dropped his schoolbag with a bang: "Either you come with me now and go home together; or I will call your home and ask Aunt Zhou to pick you up, and you choose one yourself."

Du Xuan looked at him for a while and smiled: "All right, I'll go home."

Lin Tingan said triumphantly, "I'll take you."

Lin Tingan came here by bicycle. He stepped on the bicycle, rushed to the back shelf and tilted his head: "Come on."

Du Xuan raised an eyebrow.

"Come up, I'll take you there." Lin Tingan said.

"Are you riding steadily?" Du Xuan said with a smile, "You can fall down the stairs, and you can bump into people when you walk on the flat ground."

Lin Tingan clicked his tongue: "How long are you going to talk about such a small matter?"

Du Xuan sat on the back of the car and patted Lin Tingan on the back: "Drive!"

Lin Ting'an was relieved: "Du Xuan, has anyone ever whipped you for being cheap?"

Du Xuan laughed silently for a while.

Lin Tingan pedaled extremely hard.The wind blew up his coat, which bulged and helped Du Xuan block a lot of cold wind.Du Xuan recalled in a daze that his father took him like this when he was a child. At that time, the family did not have a car, and his father was just an ordinary clerk. He would ride an electric motorcycle to send him to training schools on weekends.In the first year of junior high school, my father was promoted to deputy director, and the family also bought a car, but he rarely enjoyed the treatment of car pick-up and drop-off.

Because dad is always busy.

Du Xuan patted Lin Tingan and said, "Turn right at the intersection ahead."

Lin Tingan tilted his head and asked loudly, "Where are you going?"

Du Xuan moved forward and said loudly, "There's a restaurant over there, I'll go get something to eat."

"Young master, you don't want to go home to eat when you're already at the door." Lin Tingan turned the handlebars muttering.Du Xuan didn't make any excuses, he bet that the lunch at home today must be takeaway.

And he just wanted to eat a bowl of hot noodle soup.

Lin Tingan staggered around and rode for almost 10 minutes before seeing an antique restaurant.

Lin Tingan curled his lips: "This place looks expensive, and you are quite rich."

Du Xuan dragged the menu to order, and had to admit that his mother did not lose money to him. Compared with most of his peers, he had more pocket money.

"You can eat more, the sandwich just now doesn't matter." Du Xuan said, "More, I'll treat you."

Lin Tingan blurted out: "Buy, buy" as soon as he uttered the words, he shut his mouth in annoyance.

"What did you... say?" Du Xuan was stunned for a second, then smiled, "Say it again."

"What do you say!" Lin Tingan had a straight face, and his accent changed instantly.Du Xuan laughed even harder.

"I don't mean anything else, just... I haven't heard those two words before, and I think it's quite funny."

"My hometown dialect," Lin Tingan raised his voice, "expressing surprise, what's wrong, is it against the law?"

"What's wrong with speaking in tongues?" Du Xuan smiled, "I've said it all, but I haven't heard it and find it new. Why are you so excited?"

"You don't know how I recited the punishment?"

"I don't know," Du Xuan shook his head, "It was said on the radio that you had an argument with your classmates."

"Zhou Chen imitated my accent." Lin Tingan waved his hand angrily, "I'm imitating my accent, and I'm so ignorant of it...how can you laugh!"

Du Xuan leaned back on the chair suddenly, lowered her head and suppressed a smile, her shoulders trembling, "I probably understand what you're saying, but... haha... I'm sorry, I mean no harm."

Lin Tingan snorted: "China is such a big place, it's not normal to have more dialects, so why doesn't Zhou Chen like it?"

Du Xuan suppressed the smile at the corner of her mouth: "Sometimes, a person looks down on you and makes things difficult for you without any reason."

"What do you mean?" Lin Tingan asked suspiciously.

Du Xuan took a sip of water from the cup: "It's nothing interesting, some people are just so inexplicable, just ignore them."

"That's impossible." Lin Tingan shook his head resolutely, "It's fine if I don't know, I can't let him go if he bullies me."

Du Xuan sighed: "That doesn't necessarily have to be done."

"Happy."

Du Xuan glanced at Lin Ting'an and smiled irrefutably: "Have you finished ordering?"

Lin Tingan closed the menu: "It's over."

The style of this shop is particularly high. All the noodle soups are served in small casserole pots, and there is not even a bowl of them. The shredded pickles can be sold by the roots, as if they are woven with gold threads. Lin Tingan ordered four or five kinds of noodles. full.

Du Xuan looked at Lin Tingan eating mouthfuls, and asked strangely, "Don't you really think this stuff has a fishy smell?"

"It's delicious." Lin Tingan said contentedly, "This is the taste you want. You guys think it's fishy and smelly, but I eat it very comfortably. You don't understand this enjoyment."

Du Xuan silently turned his head away. In fact, he very much hoped that his life would be like that of Houttuynia cordata. Others looked very sad, but he was very comfortable.

Unfortunately, quite the opposite.

After eating a bowl of hot noodle soup, Du Xuan felt even more uncomfortable. No need to measure it, she knew that her body temperature must have exceeded 38 degrees.Lin Tingan took off his jacket to Du Xuan, put on a bright red sportswear, and pedaled his bicycle like a ball of fire to rush forward.While pedaling, he shouted against the wind: "Leng Leng, it's so fucking cold."

There was a smile in his voice.

Du Xuan was wrapped in Lin Tingan's overcoat, and closed his eyes in a drowsy state.

When Lin Tingan brought Du Xuan to the door of the unit building, Du Xuan could hardly stand up, and every joint in his body was aching.

Lin Tingan felt that Du Xuan's face was getting ugly, so he gave him a hand: "Hurry up...ah, why are you so hot? Go home, take medicine and sleep."

Du Xuan gritted her teeth and climbed to the stairs, saying, "Move to a building with an elevator in the future."

"How good is it for you to live in a bungalow?" Lin Ting'an hugged Du Xuan's arm, "Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly."

Du Xuan climbed to the third floor in a dizzy state. Just as she was about to ring the doorbell, she heard Zhou Man's sharp shout from inside: "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? Am I not here for this family? I'm here to harm you ?"

Du Jiancheng growled, "What are you shouting for? You're a shit-stirring stick, and you come up with bad ideas. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be making fun of Liu."

"You are being laughed at because you are incompetent! How can someone be promoted if their qualifications are not as good as yours?"

"You know what a fart!" Du Chengcheng slammed the table and cursed something.

Du Xuan took a step back subconsciously, her flushed face suddenly turned pale, and her whole body shook.

Lin Tingan grabbed Du Xuan's arm: "Go, go downstairs."

Without saying a word, Du Xuan silently followed Lin Tingan downstairs.

Du Xuan came to Lin's house for the first time, he stood in the entrance and hesitated: "Which pair of slippers should I wear?"

Lin Tingan said: "If you are too lazy to change it, it doesn't matter. I'm supposed to wipe the floor on weekends. I haven't cleaned it yet. It's the same after you finish stepping on it."

Du Xuan looked over from the entrance, the room was paved with light-colored floor tiles, and the furniture was a bit old but casual and at ease.Lin Tingan threw the sportswear jacket on the ground casually: "Go to my room and lie down, the living room is cold."

Du Xuan watched Lin Tingan step over from the coat, hesitated for a moment and asked, "You...clothes."

"Ah?" Lin Tingan turned his head to look at it, and said indifferently, "Oh, I have to wash it anyway."

Du Xuan also took off the one on her body and held it in her hand: "Throw away this one too?"

"Don't, don't, don't," Lin Tingan rushed over and grabbed the clothes, "I'll still wear them tomorrow."

The corner of Du Xuan's mouth curled up, and before he could laugh, he began to cough.

Lin Tingan pulled Du Xuan over and led him into his room.At a glance, Du Xuan seemed to have a fear of heights.

Lin Tingan's room is full of planes!

The paintings on the wall, the models on the bookshelf, the desk calendar on the table, the remote control toys in the sideboard, the sheets on the bed...

"Are you... opening an exhibition?" Du Xuan asked in surprise, and at the same time remembered that the propeller of the remote-control plane that was smashed by his mother when he was in the fifth grade was still in his drawer. My child, it is a pity to only have such a remote control toy in my life.

"Does it look good?" Lin Tingan was triumphant.

"It's... very pretty." Du Xuan hesitated for a while.Practically speaking, in his opinion, there are only two types of aircraft, helicopters and non-helicopters.

"What do you mean by 'pretty good-looking'?" Lin Ting'an said dissatisfiedly, "How beautiful."

"Hmm...the color...is pretty nice." Du Xuan struggled to say.

"It's not just the color." Lin Ting'an looked at Du Xuan attentively, hoping that Du Xuan could catch the cuteness at once, "Don't you think the lines of the plane are beautiful?"

Du Xuan tried hard to look at a painting on the wall, it was about a fighter jet with missiles hanging on it, coughed and said, "It's pretty."

Lin Tingan sighed in disappointment.

Du Xuan turned his eyes back to Lin Tingan's face, he felt that his fear of heights would get worse if he looked at the planes in this room again.To be honest, Lin Tingan looks much better than the plane.

Lin Tingan: "Why are you looking at me? Look at that J-[-], that one, that one on the bookshelf."

"Ah, the lines are so beautiful."

Lin Tingan glared at Du Xuan with an expression of "I don't know gold and jade", and said triumphantly: "In the future, I will definitely go to the Aviation Academy to learn aircraft design, and then I will build a giant aircraft."