Chang'an swarm

The weekend was over, and Chang An rushed back to school as if fleeing for his life.

He bought a mask in the infirmary to cover his face, and when others greeted him, he lowered his head and ignored them.

Chang An felt that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes, with thorns on his back.

It was only past one noon, and he was the only one in the classroom.

Chang An sat in his seat until after four o'clock, and the second person came.

As soon as Tang Huan came back, he saw that his deskmate was wearing a mask and buried himself in the book.

"Chang'an? Chang'an? What happened to your face..."

"fine……"

"Let me see your face." Tang Huan said, "Take off the mask."

"I'm solving a problem, don't worry about it, I'll figure out the answer...Have you finished your homework?" Chang An changed the subject.

"Did you get beaten?"

"Who beat him? I told someone to beat him until his teeth are all over the place!"

"No one!" Chang An panicked, "I fell it myself!"

"Chang'an, do you think I have no eyes to see?" Tang Huan took off the mask on his face and saw the bruises on his face, "Fuck! Who is so cruel when you beat people without slapping the face!"

The originally lovely face was bruised and swollen into a bun.

Chang An hurriedly tore off the new mask and put it on, "What are you doing, you already told me I'm fine."

"Why did you fall like this, let's go to the infirmary and get some medicine." Tang Huan grabbed him and dragged him to the door.

"I... I have been..."

Chang'an refused to go to death, Tang Huan really had nothing to do with him, originally thought that the matter between him and Song Qianjun was enough, but he didn't expect Chang'an to be even more miserable.

"The hot water bottle, apply it on your face to reduce swelling." Tang Huan said, "Who did you offend, tell me, and I will save face for you."

Tang Huan looked at Chang An holding his breath, with a look of grievance on his face.

Chang An took the hot water bottle and slowly stuck it to the wound on his face, breathing in the pain.

After a long time, he said in a low voice, "My dad beat me."

Jiang Yifeng just heard this sentence when she came back.

Seeing him approaching, Changan quickly lowered his head to avoid Jiang Yifeng's gaze, and looked nervously at the pen in his hand.

As soon as Jiang Yifeng came back, she saw Chang An shaking his head and applying hot water to reduce the swelling on his face. He frowned, leaned in and took a closer look, "Why did it become so swollen in two days?"

"Did you apply anti-inflammatory medicine?"

"Don't get so close, I'm not used to it..." Chang An's face turned paler when he was frightened by Jiang Yifeng's actions.

"You and your father had a fight, and you got into a fight?" Jiang Yifeng asked him.

Chang'an went back to being a turtle again.

Jiang Yifeng took out the anti-swelling medicine and put it on his table, and didn't force him to say anything more, "I'll apply some of this medicine after I finish applying it."

In the past few days, no matter how Tang Huan and Jiang Yifeng tried to ask Chang An, Chang An refused to tell the reason.

Neither of them asked anymore, and every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite.

Now Chang An spends a long time chatting with Jiang Yifeng on WeChat almost every night.

Jiang Yifeng found that the people he chatted with on WeChat really suited his taste.Coincidentally, the other party is also interested in what he likes, and the two of them talked more and more about common topics.

The other party is a sticky girl, who has to say good morning and good night to him every day, and tell him everything, which is very annoying.

Jiang Yifeng enjoyed this kind of communication very much.

The only thing that makes people unhappy is that the other party is unwilling to say his name, and when he asks, he will act like a baby and avoid the topic.

Jiang Yifeng only needs to find out in another way.

—I want to see your photo.

——We’ve been talking for so long, I don’t even have a single photo of you [I’m wronged~]

How dare Changan give him a photo, isn't this just telling Jiang Yifeng who he is?

——Is it okay if I don’t give it... I don’t like taking selfies, there is no one in my phone

——Send me a picture [I like you the most]

Chang An hesitated for a long time, looked at the pictures in the album and thought for a while, and finally sent them.

--【Image] [image】

When Jiang Yifeng clicked on those pictures, she felt blood rushing from her body to her head, and her face turned red all of a sudden.

In the photo, the calf is draped on the quilt, and along the way you can see the thin heel, and then the toe.

The other picture shows two white feet dangling in the air, and one hand holds the ankle of the left foot.

The originally ordinary photos just felt *erotic* pornographic* to be seen by Jiang Yifeng.

Chang'an's feet are very good-looking, smaller than other boys' feet, white with a little meat, they look very well-proportioned and even a little sexy.

Jiang Yifeng understands why some people have a fetish for feet.

Some people have really good looking feet.

The next second he saved the picture, the other party pressed withdraw.

——Why did you withdraw it?

——It’s not good-looking, it’s a bit embarrassing.

——It looks good, I like it very much.

--real?

——You must be very good-looking, I can imagine it.

Jiang Yifeng looked at the saved photos and said.

At this moment, Jiang Yifeng felt that she had turned on a strange switch.

Chatting between two people has changed from a pure text chat to a voice message from time to time, and the daily good morning, good night, and meme emoticons have all become voice messages.

Sometimes I even post photos.

Jiang Yifeng still felt dissatisfied, as if drinking poison to quench her thirst.

The two of them got along like this day by day, his desire to hug each other became stronger and stronger, and his urge to call her name became more and more irresistible.

But Jiang Yifeng wanted to move a little closer, and the other party immediately retracted into her shell.

He couldn't figure out why the other party still didn't want to show up after getting along for so long?

Does the other party have any privacy that will be exposed as soon as they meet?

Could it be that her face is really ugly?

Jiang Yifeng looked at the photo in a daze.

During that time, Jiang Yifeng's eyes were always lingering on the girls, and there was no girl in the class who was too ugly to accept, and there was also a voice, and the girls in the class didn't seem to have this type of voice.

There must be something I haven't noticed.

what is it?

Jiang Yifeng was going crazy thinking about it.

He used to spend nights looking at the legs and feet of everyone in the class, trying to figure out who it was.

But he is so cautious, he must be wearing fat school uniform trousers every day, and he will not wear slippers casually.

Jiang Yifeng lay down on the table in frustration.

His deskmate looked at him strangely all night.

Jiang Yifeng didn't know when it started, but Chang'an helped buy the breakfast every day, and his school card has been kept in Chang'an.

He will also help Chang'an solve problems. Chang'an's grades are not going up or down. If he wants to improve, he still has a lot to make up for.

If he gets closer to Chang'an, Chang'an will back away nervously.

Jiang Yifeng couldn't understand why Chang'an was so afraid of him.

"Chang'an, you..." Jiang Yifeng hesitated to speak.

Chang An checked his big question, and the calculated answer was always different from the correct answer, "What? I don't know where the calculation is wrong."

Jiang Yifeng finally said, "Do you have a social barrier?"

Chang'an was still immersed in the math problem and didn't realize what he was saying, "What? What hand in?"

"Social barriers..."

Chang An was taken aback, "Do you think I have a social barrier?"

"You know I didn't mean that... just look, if I get closer to you, you will subconsciously back away." Jiang Yifeng rubbed Chang'an's soft fur, "I didn't do anything to bully you, you also avoided me .Sometimes the class will say that you are a little scared to talk to people..."

"Is it a social barrier?"

"Is your family not treating you well?"

"No...I haven't finished solving the problem yet, wait a minute..." Chang An avoided the question.

"Don't be perfunctory. I'm serious about asking you this question. It's a little offensive. My uncle suffers from depression and suffers every day. I think social barriers should also be a very difficult problem. So just ask..."

"I don't know, but it shouldn't be a big problem." Changan said, "The family members are more impulsive, and they don't know what they are doing when they are emotional, so they were beaten last time."

"That's it, it's nothing serious."

Jiang Yifeng ruffled Chang An's hair and put her hands down.

Chang An went back to look at his math problem again. It seemed that after Chang An was injured last time, he studied a lot, and he continued to recite the questions and sum up the routine every day.

The head teacher also praised Chang An in class, saying that he was the only one in the class who entered the third year of high school.

Jiang Yifeng felt very uncomfortable.

Such a learning state in Chang'an...

It always makes people feel like there is no tomorrow without today.

Jiang Yifeng looked at the fine beads of sweat on Chang'an's nose. Chang'an's nose was beautiful, his eyes were beautiful, and his mouth was also beautiful... It was very different from the rough painting style of other boys.

The whole person is also small, and the height only reaches his shoulders.

With such a height difference, it feels just right to be a couple.

He could rest his chin on his shoulders on tiptoe.

As soon as I lowered my head, I could peck his forehead.

You can also kiss the tip of his wet nose.

Jiang Yifeng thought of the two dogs at home licking each other's noses.

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