seven or seven

The bus staggered towards the destination, and the already empty stomach was like a cloth bag leaking from the wind, swinging back and forth with its owner's thin body, like a pendulum, blind and objective.

Lan You barely supported his body that was on the verge of collapse, let him sit in the car, and went to a funeral that did not welcome him.

He was wearing a black suit and white shirt.The clothes that were originally prepared for the graduation party turned fat rapidly within ten days, making it look like its owner was so emaciated.

The bus is about an hour away from the mourning hall.Lan You didn't close his eyes for several days but couldn't sleep. When he closed his eyes, he could see Fu Lin's blood-stained smiling face intertwined with their good memories, making his brain spin like a scrapped machine in pain. .

The wait is long, and it is even more painful and long for those who have been hit both physically and mentally.Lan You finally closed his eyes, but there was a voice in his head that kept calling him "Ci'er...Ci'er...".That can only be Fu Lin, he is the only one in the whole world who calls himself that.He always smiled at Mimi, stroked Lan You's hair, and called him "Porcelain...".With that sound, it seemed that the passers-by on the way home saw the satisfaction of water.Lan You has never seen such an ambiguous relationship with the same sex. At first, he thought it was just because he was too sensitive. It was not until he said those four words that Lan You dared to believe his own brain.He always thought that homosexuality was far away from him, but he didn't think that the person closest to him was that, so he wanted to jump into this abyss with him.

Since he was a child, he was praised by various neighbors and relatives for his cleverness. Since he was a child, the awards have been hung on the wall. Every time his parents go out, they are proud of themselves. Even relatives say, "Look at your brother Lanyou ····".But after this incident happened, there was undisguised contempt and disgust in their eyes, as if they saw some monster.There was a smile on Lan You's pale face, he didn't know whether he was laughing at people or himself, maybe he was happy that he finally didn't have to pretend anymore.

Suddenly, a flash of red flashed in my mind, it was blood!He suddenly opened his eyes, and there were dense crowds of people around him, everyone crowded next to each other, just like fish in a can, all kinds of vegetables, meat, bad perfume and smelly socks were mixed together, creating a kind of smell. A nauseating smell, the smell was far and near, he tried to take a deep breath to keep calm but felt nausea, the acid water was churning and trying to come up, one after another more intense.He pressed his chest tightly with his hands, but luckily he didn't spit it out.

I stretched out my hand and wanted to open the window, but found that the window was sealed and could not be opened at all.

"If that's the case, why do you need to make a window?" Lan You thought angrily, it would be better to lock people in an iron box and send them to the designated place like pigs.Since it can't let us be free, why let us see the beauty of the scenery outside, and tell us when we reach out to touch the sky that everything is false.

Disgusting, this disgusting world, disgusting people...

The dirtiest thing is yourself... Nothing will happen without yourself.

Such an excellent Fu Lin, such a good man, will definitely be able to sway his sweat and youth on the field.He only likes himself when he is blind, how can he be worthy of being liked by him when he is so dirty...

The funeral was held in the second-floor villa of Fu Lin's family. Outside the white villa, there were serious-looking people standing in twos and threes, but they were holding wine glasses and talking and laughing happily. It's really disgusting!If you don't want to, why come to disgust others, he doesn't need your farewell!

But he doesn't need me... If it wasn't for me, if it wasn't for me, he might not have left this world.He was still so young, he didn't go to the university he most wanted to go to, and he didn't even take the college entrance examination that he had always vowed to be better than himself.

On June 2016, 6, Children's Day, Fu Lin, a third-year student at the High School Attached to Haicheng, died in a car accident. , The best age, the best future, are all ruined in my own hands. If I didn't say a word, I wouldn't have this scene today.

I have no face to see you again, Fu Lin.But I have to come to see you off for the last time, otherwise, I will regret it for the rest of my life.

If you know something underground, don't forgive me, and settle accounts with me when I go to find you.

Don't leave so early!I haven't had time to tell you this sentence.

I'm afraid you'll forget me, but I'd rather you hate me than forget me, otherwise I won't be able to atone for my sins even if I die.

In the center of the mourning hall, there are black and white photos. The sunny smiling face in the past is now fixed in front of everyone, but the light and tenderness in the eyes have disappeared with the departure of the owner.

That's not you, Fu Lin.

The moment Lan You stepped into the mourning hall, a few people whispered, and most people didn't know what this young man who looked too sick wanted, "Probably Fu Lin's classmate!" They thought.So I stopped paying attention, just glanced at it from time to time.

"For them, this boring party should have some color, otherwise it would be too boring. It's a pity that there is no wine and music here, otherwise they can dance around the coffin." Lan You thought, he was full of malice now, All the negative psychology accumulated in the past 19 years spread out, swallowing this silent boy.

He walked up to the coffin, just about to raise his hand to touch it for the first time, but was stopped.That familiar voice, he didn't even need to look up to know who it was.

If it weren't for this situation, he would never do it, but the fact is that he can only do it.

Lan You raised his head, and called out "Uncle..." in a low voice, with a long ending, and looked at Fu Lin's father with pleading.

"Go after reading it! Damn, alas..." Lan You couldn't stay for too long seeing Fu Lin's father like this, because he was afraid of embarrassing his parents, and because he was afraid that something might happen to him at the funeral ,.He didn't want Fu Lin's last match to be messed up by himself.

He stroked the coffin, time seemed to stand still, for a long, long time... so long that he felt enough was enough, so long that Fu Lin's father wanted him to leave.Only then did he look back at the black and white photo in the middle of the mourning hall, his eyes blended affection and pain, even though his eyes were red, tears did not fall.

He gently dropped three words, then turned around and left the land quickly.

No looking back, no crying, simply come, simply go.

He said "Wait for me."

After leaving the villa area, his originally fast pace finally stopped.

There are white flowers blooming on the side of the road, small ones, clustered like stars all over the sky, but as pure as snow.

If it snows, won't it cover up all our sins and make us look like normal people?

You can live in the crowd quietly, no longer afraid of the crowd's criticism, no longer be condemned by the heart.

But, where does the snow come from in summer?

Lan You picked a few flowers, arranged them solemnly, and put them together in a bunch behind him—that was Fu Lin's home. Maybe he could see a bunch of small white flowers called Atonement when passing by.

How reluctant, how sad.

Obviously she was so sad, but even seeing him away was an extravagant hope.

Obviously she loves him so much, but even sending him a flower is a delusion.

An unblessed love, shocking and rebellious, in front of all the elders and teachers, it seems like a stinking piece of garbage, everyone sees you and me, and walks away.

I don't know what we did wrong, a love that was too fragile, we tried so hard to protect it, but it still died.

Is it right to obey the masses?

Is it true that everyone who is different from others is a pervert?

Is homosexuality a sin?

Is it true that we, like this, cannot reach the end of happiness after all?

However, I am not reconciled, not willing.I love you so much, I'm not afraid of others' accusations, I haven't hurt anyone, why do they criticize me, why do they talk about me, I can't refute them saying I'm perverted, but I really just want to be A good boy, with the one I love, am I wrong?

I was watching the news that day, a gay couple’s wedding, my mother suddenly pushed the door open, and she scolded me for not studying hard.Then, she saw the screen and whispered "Pervert!"

I heard it, those two inserted so clearly and sharply into my ears.

At that time, I thought, what would she do if she knew that the son she had always been proud of was a pervert?

Is it staring at me indifferently as usual, telling me it's wrong or just pick up something and smash it on the head of me, an unfilial son

However, no.

She doesn't even want to look at me.

She doesn't even want to look at me!

That is my mother!The mother who hugged me and said to be with me all my life when I was young, once said that I was her forever precious mother.

But how did everything become like this?

I stand at a crossroads, with my parents in front, my lover behind, and strange roads on both sides.

Under the sun, everything became very transparent, I closed my eyes, the wind blew by, the tips of my hair moved slightly, my soul seemed to fly out, and everything didn’t exist.

Freedom, isn't that what it is?

Unrestrained, there is no right or wrong, only willing or not!

The teacher told us when we were young, dreams.But since dreams are used to trample on them in adulthood, why should I know to believe in them.

fraud!People in this world are so hypocritical, even the parents I always thought were the best for me.

One year’s college entrance examination essay topic was “Freedom and Not Freedom.” The best answer I’ve seen was, “Freedom means you can marry any girl, but not free means you can only marry one girl.”

I seem to understand.

Under the noon sun, in the suburban villa area, no one would see a boy in a formal suit leaning against the wall of a stranger's house, crying uncontrollably, heart-piercing.

Finally, the tears that could not be held back fell with the sound of fists hitting the wall heavily, making a "dong dong".He felt that venting the pain in his body might make him no longer feel so sad in his heart, at least he could relieve something, otherwise, it would be too sad and helpless.

"It's useless," he thought, "it's all a lie"

It turns out that the feeling of heartache is like this. It is not the heart that hurts, but the stomach.

Lan You felt that the esophagus and stomach hurt together, and the whole chest seemed to be hammered by a sledgehammer. The dull pain, muffled pain, mixed with the sharp beating pain of the nerves at the temples, almost drove people crazy.Nausea and nausea again, he subconsciously stretched his hand into the esophagus, but he couldn't spit out any more.

At this moment, he was in a terrific mess, like an abandoned, wounded and dying dog, licking his wounds on the street, with tears in his eyes and lingering hatred.

why?

why?

why!

Why can't we be accepted?Why can't they hold hands when they are clearly in love?Why is it so difficult for us not to be insulted when a man and a woman get married and can receive blessings?

Fu Lin, tell me, do you regret it?

If you fall in love with someone of the same sex, you will never be able to recover from it.

However, I don't regret it.

Lan You has lived for 19 years and has never regretted it.

He did his best in everything, and no one could fault him, and this time, it was the same.

wait for me!Fu Lin.

It's a pity that Fu Lin can only wander around, can't find his way home, and can't see the boy he loves, turning into the worst look.

People say good fortune tricks people, so who is good fortune?

Everything is a coincidence, and countless coincidences collide with each other. Is it the so-called fate?

I don't believe in fate, I only believe in myself.

Because if living doesn't make me happy, then I'm going to die.

No one, no one, no one can change my attachment.

Lan You didn't take the bus home, he was afraid that he would die on the bus.

He still has a lot of things to do, so he is reluctant to die.

He sauntered home, just in time for a heavy rain.

In the rain, the boy's already thin body became even more rickety, but his back was straight, like a birch tree in the rain, lonely, lonely, and proudly going through the wind and rain.

It was already afternoon when he went back, it was getting dark, and the cozy home with warm orange lights now looked like the eyes of a skeleton, only blood-colored, cold without emotion.No matter how warm the color is, it is hypocritical, which makes people feel unstoppable pain.

He stood alone in the corridor leaning against the wall, allowing people to come and go in front of him.

He closed his eyes and let the rain fall down his hair and clothes. He felt very light, as if he had no weight. Did he float?

Fall on the cloud, step on it, and look around when you encounter the wind.So gentle, is it heaven?

But there is no sound of opening doors in heaven, especially security doors.

There were two sounds of "crash clatter", he saw his mother in a daze, and was about to call mom, but was interrupted by a voice.

"Come back quickly, don't embarrass me!" The tone was angry and disgusted...

Lan You thought, "Is this still my mother?"

Where is that gentle mother who would give herself a hug when she was hurt?

Since when did she only care about her grades and ignore her heart?

Since when did you only have money and instant noodles to accompany you?

Since when has my mother been so far away from me?

His dull brain couldn't think of an answer, and he fainted and fell into his mother's arms exhausted, but the place was no longer as warm as before.

Lan You's last words before he passed out were, "Mom...it's so cold in your arms."

A drop of water fell on his originally pale but now abnormally red face.

In a daze, I felt someone touching my forehead, and someone said "the fever is gone...", it was my mother.

Although she was in a coma, she could still feel the tenderness that once belonged to her. At this moment, Lan You was so moved that she wanted to cry.I just don't know, is it because of tenderness or loss?

The hard-won moment of warmth made him unwilling to wake up.The sun shines warmly through the quilt and sprinkles on the body, even the dirty bone marrow and the dark heart feel warm, really happy.

"A lot of times, happiness is a very simple thing," Lan You thought, "Parents will accompany their sick children, lovers will quietly peel apples for themselves, and a few friends will buy some rare good things. Eat to see myself, maybe I want to be more elegant and send a bouquet of flowers to wish myself a speedy recovery..."

What a beautiful life, I used to be the proud son of heaven, everyone held it, and every year when I received a red envelope during the Chinese New Year, everyone in the neighborhood praised "that kid from the Lan family is promising!".Even the parents are the same. The always taciturn father looks at him with gentle and proud eyes. He will pat himself on the shoulder twice, "Good job", he said.

But since when did everything change?

Is it because I went out to play during the summer vacation in my second year of high school and failed the exam?Or the moment when a classmate made a small report in the third year of high school?Or, when you find out that you like boys?

At these moments, the once beautiful picture peeled off, and everyone showed another face.At the beginning, I was earnest, but later I was ridiculed, sarcastic, and I got into trouble with my classmates at school, and I was punished by the teacher, so I got sick and asked for leave to go home. When I got home, my parents said things like "don't study hard" and "it's over!" At that moment, I realized that everything has conditions and deadlines. It turns out that not everything will change, but everything has two sides.There is ugliness hidden under the beauty, pain and loneliness are mostly behind the glory, and behind so many successes, there are bloodstains engraved, but it is a pity that I didn't understand the price of not obeying the public at that time.

Being laughed at and teased are trivial things.The discrimination that can be seen everywhere in life, the sarcasm in the language, the inexplicably lost toiletries are found to be thrown in the trash, and the teacher’s questions in class are almost deliberately targeted. What is it for?

Sleeping at night and hiding under the quilt alone thinking "Am I wrong?"

I thought about this question for a long time, and I endured it for a long time, until one day I couldn't bear it anymore, and I skipped class and went to the library.At that moment, if you say it in a literal way, "I feel my soul suddenly quiet."

Why escape?

Because I don't want to face Fu Lin's smiling face, but he who is facing the same discrimination as me is still so gentle to me every day, never saying anything about worries or troubles.

I clearly know that I am different from others, I should understand.

Yes, one thing I haven't said all along, I've been to a therapist.In my freshman year of high school, that was the day my crush of two years dropped out of this school.

She asked me to draw a person, and I drew a child with a pot head, hands behind his back, eyes closed, and headphones.My painting skills are average, and I have studied it for a few years.But as soon as she came up, she asked, "Why do you have your hands behind your back?" At least I thought she would say, your painting is pretty good.

Turns out I was thinking too much, so I said "Because I don't want to shake hands with other people..."

Next, we had a cordial and friendly conversation. For two hours, the doctors and patients had a great time, and then I never came there again.

One is because explaining is really annoying, as if you have to sell yourself. If no one likes it, no one likes it. Why do you have to change, why do you have to explain? If you say no explanation, no one will understand. Just don't understand.

The second is that it is too boring. A gentle middle-aged woman looking at you with gentle eyes makes me feel like an angel. I accidentally provoked a whole body of sins, and I still have to change back in the end.

Like I said, I don't want to be understood by others, and I don't want to change anything about myself.

Living is already a very tiring thing, I don't want to make myself suffer anymore, it is enough to be free and happy.

Life is [-] days, why make things difficult for yourself.

These are the original words of my junior high school head teacher. I personally think it makes sense, so I wrote it down. It is also a good motto.

Three years later, I calculated that my life is 86 days, 180 hours, 31 minutes, and 400 seconds.At that time, Fu Lin was no longer around, and I was taken home by my parents like garbage. At that moment, I felt that life was too hard, and when I thought that I would have to live for so long, I was afraid.

I have never felt such a fear of being alive before, but when those numbers were calculated by myself, I really wanted to jump off the stairs, break out of the rules, and escape from this terrible world.

I didn't find life interesting before, but I never thought about suicide.

The shadow of Fu Lin's departure was too great for me, to the point that Lan You's already fragile three views were completely distorted and collapsed.

This is my fault.

if······

I want to say many, many ifs, but I can't say them.

Because there is no if in the world.

Some people die, some people live, that's what life is all about.

Those who are alive will still live, but those who have left will always be kept in their hearts.

I think of Fu Lin's smile running on the green field under the sun, he touches his head under the basketball hoop and calls himself "Cier", thinks of his navy blue and bright yellow uniform, and thinks of his favorite sesame noodles And sweet and sour pork, thinking of the more than two years we have walked together, I feel happy.

Perhaps, living is also a test, because alive, life is still going on, and Lan You still has to fight.

We have worked hard for so long, and the pride that will not change because of anything is still flowing in our bones.Those days we have struggled, those days when I watched you play and practice, and you asked me about vocabulary and texts, never faded, but became more precious because of the loss.

Lan You was thinking in this half-dream, half-awake, intermittent thinking, including paranoia and madness, as well as tenderness and gratitude.Those teenagers who are inconvenient to reveal, those secrets that can’t be told to anyone, all reverberate in their minds, intertwined with them are the proud eyes of their parents, Fu Lin’s smile holding a basketball in the sun, and the teacher’s constant questioning, Mother's disappointed eyes...

Lan You slept for a long time. When he came back from the funeral, it was June [-]th. When he was dreaming, it was probably the daytime of June [-]th. The sun was shining brightly on this day, and he felt something in the gloomy corner. What was it?

I'm afraid even I don't know.

When he woke up, it was already afternoon, and the afterglow of the setting sun was still there.

Lan You opened the curtains, and the golden light of the sunset shone on his pale cheeks and thick dark circles, as if giving him a layer of golden light.

Forget who once said that your side face in the sun is like an angel that still shines in suffering.

When the man said that, his eyes were full of piety, and his hands were clasped together. Even people like me who don't believe in lies believed it.

Life continues.

The world will not stop turning because of the absence of anyone, even though that person may be very important to you.

Lan You's brain was in chaos, and his temples also felt a dull pain. He realized that he had a fever before he realized how he came back. He had to shake his swollen head and wipe his glasses before putting them on again, so he regained his clarity.

"The world is still going on", this is Lan You's first thought.

"I'm definitely not going to give in!", that's second thought.

"I'm going...so hungry..." stroking his shriveled stomach, thinking that he hadn't eaten properly for four or five days, he felt that he must have a good meal.

Pushing open the door, the parents are not there, "They should have gone to work."

Lan You wanted to see what was in his refrigerator, but when he turned around and went to the kitchen, he found food on the table next to him.The rice is noodles with sesame sauce, the dish is sweet and sour pork tenderloin, tomato eggs, and a garlic snow pea.

The moment Lan You saw these dishes, tears rolled down his face.

He didn't cry when he heard the news of Fu Lin's death, and he didn't cry when he saw his portrait, even when he turned around and went out, but why are he crying now?Lan You wanted to ask himself.

"Are you too fragile?"

"No, it's not..."

Lan You suddenly lost his appetite, and just sat there like a machine, stuffing all the food into his stomach, leaving no mouthful.

He took a bite, and some tears rolled down his cheeks. In the end, what he ate in the bowl was not only the food, but also his own tears.When I put down the bowl, swallowed the last mouthful of rice, and stuck out my tongue to lick the tear that had not yet fallen on my left cheek, it really was bitter.

Turning around stiffly, he wanted to go back to the room, but he felt a twitch in his stomach, subconsciously turned around and ran to the bathroom, and then threw up on the sink.

"Wow...cough cough...cough cough...uh...uh..."

The viscous, brown liquid with vegetable and noodle crumbs gushed up from the esophagus, gushing down the mouth and nasal cavity.Sour and bitter mixed together, he vomited all over the floor, his mouth and nose were filled with disgusting smells that made people want to continue vomiting.

Sad enough to make you physically want to cry.

Lan You looked up and saw some vomit splashed on the mirror, as if it foreshadowed the ugly self in the mirror, like vomit.

He looked at his face, and his eyes were red, which was a normal phenomenon caused by vomiting just now.

"You're trash..."

He said softly to the person in the mirror, his tone was gentle and inhuman.

And all the filth inside was vomited out with the dark vomiting just now, and only the last persistence in the bones supported the 19-year-old boy.

In his eyes, there is no longer resistance and disgust, no pride and arrogance in the debate field of the past, no contempt for the world and love and hatred for everyone.Those black eyes were too deep, like ink, with nothing left.

The original Lan You is like a child with multiple personalities, willful but well-behaved, indifferent but kind, hard-spoken but soft-hearted, silent and gentle.But for him now, it seems that all his souls have been dissipated, leaving only a little bit of fire burning his incomplete soul.

Waiting for a certain day, burning life.

Resisting the desire to continue vomiting, he turned around to clean and take a shower, but he couldn't hold back and threw up again.

This time it was better than last time. I didn't spit out any food, just some yellow-green liquid.

This time his stomach was completely empty, Lan You calmed down, cleaned the bathroom, took a shower, and changed his clothes.

After drying his hair and changing his clothes, he wiped his glasses again and put them on.

Looking at his haggard self in the mirror, he tilted his head, slapped himself, and smiled at the mirror.

Then he turned around mercilessly and left, his eyes were no longer the haze and depression of the past, there seemed to be too many things hidden there, and under the illumination of the night lights, the firmness and persistence in his eyes seemed to be burning stand up.

There was fire in his eyes.

I don't know if it's the bright lights today, or the fire in his heart is burning, staining his eyes.

Lan You walked slowly along the bridge alone.

He was wearing a black shirt, his thin back was almost crushed by the clothes, but his back was not bent.

He stopped and walked, walked over the overpass, walked through the bustling street, walked through the train station, and stopped at an old tube building.

The tube building in the distance has been abandoned for many years, and the tile-red walls are gradually mottled and peeled off over time. The ivy that has been left unattended for many years has grown crazily, almost swallowing the entire building. At the entrance, a black shadow was hiding there, waiting for an opportunity to move.

"Ah!!!" He finally didn't want to accept the depressive emotions in his heart, and yelled at a tube building that had been in disrepair at night.

"what!"

"what······"

"what!!!"

"ah···!!!"

His tearing roar pierced through the peaceful night, and the black shadow waiting for an opportunity rushed out quickly and flew in front of him.

Lan You was very calm, looking down at his feet.

It was a dog, scientifically known as the Chinese Garden Dog. When Fu Lin was still alive, they often fed it. Unfortunately, due to family reasons, they couldn't adopt it.

But to ask why Lan You can recognize it quickly, because this dog is disabled.

He lost his left hind leg in a car accident.

It was the summer vacation of the second year of high school. He and Fu Lin came out of the movie theater. The aftertaste of the comedy still lingered in the spirit of the two of them, but when they turned around, they saw a scene of a dog being hit by a car at the door.

The car crashed and not only did not run, but rolled down the window and yelled, "What a dog! Block your grandpa's way! Don't die!"

The man himself became more and more angry, and tried to get out of the car and kick the dog a few times to relieve his anger.

Before Fu Lin could go up, Lan You had already rushed out.

He is very, very fond of small animals, but he didn't keep pets because his parents didn't agree, but he couldn't bear to see a dog being bullied like this.

Lan You walked up quickly and stopped the man with his arms.

"Sir, I'm sorry, why did you hit it?" Lan You's rare expression was gloomy.

That person had rarely seen such a scene. A young man who was probably a middle school student blocked his way. He just yelled "Little brat! Get out of here!"

He was so drunk that he couldn't even stand still, so he held the door of the car with one hand and pointed at Lan You's nose and said, "You were not born when your grandpa was messing around! Today, grandpa is in such a mood that he doesn't care about you, let's go!"

After all, he wanted to push Lan You away and drive away, but was stopped from the other side.

It was a lean and muscular arm.

The owner of the car squinted at the one who didn't have long eyes, and only saw a boy, who seemed to be stronger and taller than the one just now.He wore a light blue striped shirt over his wheat-colored skin, which was bent twice at the forearm. His usually smiling face was now expressionless, and the owner of the car did not recognize him.

"But even if it's a fight, it's not bad to deal with that little boy just now. This one looks like a Lianjiazi. I don't want to be beaten for no reason. If this person's family background is average, it's easy to deal with. If he accidentally provokes someone who shouldn't be provoked, then Time is more troublesome..."

Lan You watched the man's complexion change extremely ridiculously.

His original arrogance was gradually extinguished, and the wind blowing his mind woke up a little, so this dramatic scene happened.

"Grandpa is in a good mood today, I don't care about you, get out!"

He thought, "I must have missed the almanac when I went out today, and it's really unlucky to meet two little ghosts who don't know the details!", but unexpectedly this matter didn't end like this, and Fu Lin didn't want to "let things go away".

"This is my dog." He folded his hands on his chest and stood beside Lan You, waiting for the man's reply.

"Why, do you want to touch porcelain? You bastard!" The man also spoke without thinking, and all kinds of insulting words came out of his mouth. At first glance, he looked like the kind of person who relied on his wealth to run amok. Unfortunately, this kind of people Part of the bully is afraid of the tough, and he is the same.

Fu Lin has never been easy to provoke, his attitude is extremely tough, completely different from the gentle and sunny look he usually has with Lan You, but this kind of Fu Lin makes Lan You like him even more.

Lan You has always had a lot of secret emotions in his heart. When he was with Fu Lin, he suppressed these negative emotions as much as possible to make himself look more like a smart and innocent child.

It's just that he doesn't know that Fu Lin, who has always been perfect like a male god in his heart, will also have such strong and domineering moments.

"Great," he thought to himself, "then I'm not alone!"

If you can't show your true self to you, how long will such a false relationship last?Although Lan You has some psychological problems, he would rather be called a scum than hypocrisy.

Fu Lin finally asked that person for 1000 yuan. Of course, money is not the point. For that kind of person, 1000 yuan may be just a simple meal, or even less.

But if you do something wrong, you should pay the price. Everyone is the same. Fu Lin told him with a strong attitude, "You can do whatever you want without being rich." Of course, Lan You understands that Fu Lin's family is even more superior.

A [-]-square-meter apartment in the urban area, a detached villa in the suburbs, and a Porsche as a birthday present from his mother.

Unfortunately, Lan You would rather ride a bicycle than touch a motor vehicle, because a year later, Fu Lin died in this car.

It was cool at night, and the breeze was blowing very pleasantly.There were barbecue stalls on both sides of the road, and the cumin and fat exuded an attractive aroma under the charcoal fire. Lan You was a little hungry, but because Fu Lin was embarrassed to say so, he had to walk a few steps and look back, reluctant to part.

Fu Lin smiled at his gluttonous appearance, took his hand and walked back, until he reached the barbecue stall that Lan You could smell very delicious.

Lan You was embarrassed and wanted to refuse, but Fu Lin ordered a bunch of things with ease.

"You go and sit there first, I'll see what else is delicious here..."

After Lan You finished choosing, Fu Lin was still choosing. He held two skewers of chicken wings in one hand and mutton skewers in the other, and said, "Boss, let's have some leeks and enoki mushrooms too." !"

Seeing his rare stupidity, Lan You smiled, but Fu Lin turned his head at this moment.

Under the dim light, the boy's skin was very fair, and after eating a few bites of skewered meat, his mouth was still stained with oil that he didn't have time to wipe off. His lips were reddish from the heat, and he smiled slightly, his eyes full of tenderness and cunning.

This is different from Lan You, a good student who is smart and capable, and also different from the gloom when he stood up for a dog today, he looks great.

But Fu Lin's turning head is more lethal. His complexion is healthy and wheat-colored because he has played basketball for a long time, and he looks like a sunny and cheerful boy. Cute husky" Lan You couldn't help laughing, a man who was regarded as a male god in school is actually a professional foodie, no