He's playing first grade again

Ning's villa.

Ever since Fang Jingying came with his mother, this small villa has become the residence of their mother and son.

Ning Xuan moved to another place.

After Fang Jingying paid back the money, he stopped for a few days, and was happy these days, staying at home with his mother, trying to please his mother in different ways.

Aunt Ning was in a good mood, so she asked Fang Jingying to call Ning Xuan and invite him to have dinner at home.

Aunt Ning cooked the kitchen herself, made a table of meals, looked at the handsome young man in front of her, "Are you tired these few days, Ah Xuan?"

"Fortunately."

Ning Xuan has a rather boring personality, basically he answers when others ask a question.

"If only my Jingying could be like you." Aunt Ning put a piece of meat in his bowl, rubbing the wrinkles at the end of her eyes tenderly, "Study hard, you two brothers will help each other in the future, like Like your little uncle."

Ning Xuan glanced at Fang Jingying, he was repeated a grade, he had heard a little about his virtues in school before, the little uncle never let himself have too much contact with him.

Fang Jingying is not good at anything, except that he is very talkative, his temperament will soften when he is hard, and he has his own way of being wise and protecting himself.

He embraced Ning Xuan's shoulder, and said familiarly: "Mom, don't worry, Ning Xuan and I are like brothers."

Ning Xuan silently shook his shoulders lightly and dropped his hand, "Don't worry, Auntie."

Little Aunt Ning nodded knowingly: "Come here often in the future. Auntie will cook for you. Your little uncle is just worried that you will learn from Jing Ying. We will let you move out as soon as we come over. The pressure of the third year of high school is so great. If you have anything, tell your aunt."

Ning Xuan nodded: "Okay."

After eating, Ning Xuan went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Fang Jingying squeezed in, looked at the people who were slowly rubbing their hands with hand sanitizer at the Liulitai, his eyes were smudged with a teasing smile: "Yo, why are you so obsessed with cleanliness? As a man, you have to be rough."

Ning Xuan ignored him.

Fang Jingying wouldn't let the scene get cold, his eyes flicked from his unbuttoned shirt, he frowned, and pulled his shirt: "What did you do with your scar?"

Ning Xuan hastily raised his hand, and knocked off the hand that was pulling the neckline. There was an undetectable panic in his dark eyes, and he calmed down with indifference, "Take off your hand."

The first image in Fang Jingying's mind was whether he was fighting.

"Cousin, tell me, did you fight with someone else? Who did it? Does uncle know? If it's not convenient for you to tell uncle, cousin will help you vent your anger." These scars have faded, but his skin is too white , it is too easy to see the blots that are different from the skin color.

Ning Xuan wiped his hands, "I accidentally fell down the stairs."

"Ah? So careless?" Fang Jingying let out a sigh of relief, "It's a good thing you didn't fight with someone, oh, by the way, didn't I ask you the day after the year, Lin Jian from your school, do you remember?"

Ning Xuan stopped wiping his hands, and frowned slightly. In the silence around him, he could hear the beating heart in his chest, knocking on nerves, stimulating dense emotions.

He murmured, "What's wrong with him?"

"I saw you last time at an Internet cafe. I played off your brother and was almost beaten up. Fortunately, I met him, so I borrowed [-] yuan from him in your name." I realized that Ning Xuan's lips were slightly parted, and he was about to say something. , he blurted out immediately, "But don't worry, I will pay it back."

Ning Xuan gave him another look, and walked out coldly and disgusted.

Fang Jingying felt a little guilty, and hurriedly followed him out: "Cousin, don't be angry, I have made friends with him, and I will take you to meet him later, he is very nice, not as mysterious as the rumors say."

Ning Xuan shook off the arm that was pinched, "Don't bother me."

Fang Jingying took the car keys, said something to his mother, and hurried out, "I'll take you back."

"Need not."

Fang Jingying felt baffled, it wasn't that he didn't want to pay back, it was just that he was taken as a guarantor without permission, why was he so angry?

He drove to the Internet cafe in a daze. The Internet cafe looked pretty good, and he had a good time.

Lin Jian is in a bad mood these days, so she goes to the Internet cafe to play games when she has time.

Huang Mao and the others watched him come in with a blank face, hit a few shots, and leave with a blank face, without any expression. The shooting game was like his venting, unscrupulously releasing pressure in the game.

Huang Mao also followed the people around him and said cheerfully: "It seems that the saying that the third year of high school can drive people crazy is true."

For several days in a row, I didn't see him going to study at night.Whenever school was over in the afternoon, he would come over at that time and stay there until the evening for self-study before going back.

Huang Mao felt that he was not under a lot of pressure, but more like he was in a kind of contradiction, which was between depravity and self-improvement.

Huang Mao and the others didn't go to school very much, and they didn't care much about them at home.They also treat Lin Jian with sincerity. It would be good if they come to play two or three times to relax. They come here to play games every night for self-study, and they all feel that iron is not steel.

Huang Mao knocked on the table, "Brother Jian, why are you in a daze?"

Lin Jian was wearing earphones, and the game interface was displayed in the lobby, but it hadn’t started. He had been staring at this interface for several minutes, but he didn’t make any further moves. He said, "Are you going to scare me to death?"

"No," Huang Mao rubbed his chin and frowned, "You've been in a bad mood for the past few days. What happened? Did you break up or didn't pass the exam?"

"None of your business?" Lin Jian was feeling irritable, he ran his long fingers through his black hair, raised his head again, and asked, "Am I acting so obvious?"

Huangmao let out an "Ouch" and looked at Lin Jian with distressed expression, "Look at you, you are quite emaciated, and your eyes are bloodshot."

Lin Jian took out his mobile phone and took a look. Indeed, the whole person was decadent to the end, with a strong and heavy social atmosphere, and there was a layer of tired blue under his eyes.

Huang Mao handed him a bottle of Red Bull: "Drink something refreshing, you can't be like this anymore, you are now in the third year of high school, no matter what, you can't use your future as decadent and absurd capital, you are not like us, Doomed to live in a stinking ditch."

Lin Jiantang smiled and rubbed his chin with his fingers: "When did you become so sentimental?"

Huang Mao looked helpless: "Brother Jian, you know very well in your heart that it's not that we are sentimental, but that you shouldn't live this kind of life."

Even passersby understand the truth, how could Lin Jian not understand it.

Fang Jingying bought a can of beer, mingled with this group of people, and handed it to Lin Jian cheerfully: "Brother Jian, what's wrong?"

Huang Mao responded angrily: "I don't want to study."

In terms of learning, Fang Jingying didn't mention other people's qualifications and simply shut up, "Why? I heard from my cousin that your grades are not bad. He kept whispering in my ear that you can write cursive in English. The English accent is also good, and you can speak some French, right?"

Huang Mao was astonished, obviously speaking Chinese, why didn't he understand these things.

Huangmao waved his hand: "Xiao Fang, you can take him to let your cousin nurture him, Emma, ​​I can also say such advanced words as nurture."

Fang Jingying faced Lin Jian and asked tentatively, "Why don't you come with me? You all belong to the same school..."

He was only talking tentatively at first, although he was from a school, he didn't know if they had a good relationship, so in the end, he didn't have much confidence.

Lin Jian grabbed a can of beer and poured it in with his head up. His throat slid up and down, and the water dripped down from his chin, along his Adam's apple, and into his clothes. The clothes were a little wet. Lin Jian wiped the back of his hand and wiped it off. Removes water stains on the chin.

He put the hat on the table on his head, pushed his calf back slightly, and pulled the chair away. The eyes of the falcon under the brim of the hat were dark, hiding some emotions, "Let's go."

Fang Jingying froze in place: "What?"

Huang Mao patted him on the shoulder: "Tell him to meet your cousin and brainwash him."

Fang Jingying let out an "oh".

"Oh, by the way, who is your cousin?"

"Ning Xuan, do you know?"

There seemed to be such a name flashing through Huangmao's brain. He thought about it carefully, but he didn't think of anything.

If he saw someone, he would be able to recognize it at a glance, and he was indeed a little confused just hearing a name.

Fang Jingying took the car keys and went out together.

In order for Ning Xuan to study hard by himself, Uncle Ning changed him to a quiet place.

It's not too remote, but quite far from the city center.

Fang Jingying kept nagging on the road: "Brother Jian, my cousin is rather cold, so don't take it to heart when he doesn't answer you."

"En." Lin Jian propped his chin, turned his head out of the window, and the bustling night scene whizzed by like a two-dimensional painting.

Fang Jingying chattered and said: "Oh, by the way, he is not in good health. He fell down the stairs a few days ago and asked for a week's leave."

Lin Jian suddenly frowned: "What did you say? He fell down the stairs?"

"Well, I saw a wound on his chest a few days ago, and I only said it when I asked him. His health is not very good."

Lin Jian fell into deep thought.

Fang Jingying stopped the car and registered with the guard before driving in.

There is only one old butler in the family.

The old man was deaf, and Fang Jingying didn't hear Fang Jingying's knock on the door. He called Ning Xuan, and Ning Xuan reluctantly went downstairs to open the door.

Regarding Fang Jingying's arrival, he had a calm expression. After opening the door, he turned around and motioned for him to come in at will.

Fang Jingying turned back to Lin Jian and said, "This is my cousin."

"Yeah." There was a coolness in the voice that was neither salty nor weak.

Ning Xuan turned his head abruptly, and after seeing that the person with the hat on behind him was Lin Jian, he put away his unbelievable expression and slumped his shoulders.

Prepared two cups, poured water, and placed them in front of them.

Then he turned to Fang Jingying: "What do you want here?"

Lin Jian stared straight at him, making him uncomfortable.

Fang Jingying pointed to Lin Jian: "My buddy, you guys from the same school have been too decadent recently, I want you to come and teach."

The moment the eyes met, Ning Xuan felt his scrutiny, his eyes were full of teasing and depression, like a sharp knife, he cut open his disguise one by one, and looked inside.

Lin Jian changed his position and sat beside Ning Xuan. Ning Xuan's body was tense like a string, and he shrank subconsciously.

Lin Jian looked into his neckline, with a frivolous smile on his lips: "There's no need to be so afraid?"

Ning Xuan hangs his breath, in front of him, his normal breathing seems to be magnified.

Fang Jingying realized later, "So you know each other?"

"Yeah." Lin Jian leaned back against the sofa, with her long arms resting on the edge of the sofa.

This posture, as long as Ning Xuan makes a trip, it will be in his arms.

He snorted and said, "We're pretty familiar."

Fang Jingying let out an "oh".

No wonder, how could someone lend him money if he was not familiar with him.

Ning Xuan was uncomfortable, and he hid deliberately. The avoidance these days formed a protective cover of indifference. When Lin Jian came over, the protective cover was broken with one blow.

"Go upstairs." Lin Jian stared at Ning Xuan's side face without any hesitation, and spoke out suddenly, with a very cool tone and a hint of threat.

Ning Xuan followed him up slowly.

Fang Jingying sat on the spot with a dazed look on his face.

How far has this storyline progressed?

Why does he feel that there is something inexplicably wrong about the relationship between these two people?

"Which room is yours?" Lin Jian asked.

Ning Xuan pointed, and Lin Jian went straight in.

The room layout is as usual, the colors are bright and monotonous.

With a bang, the door was locked from the inside.

Ning Xuan was caught off guard and pushed down on the bed, he let out a painful cry.

The strength in Lin Jian's hand could not help but relax a little.

Opening up his T-shirt and flipping the top down, the bruises and purple marks on the skin are very obvious.

He squinted his black eyes, turned over with his strength, looked at his back, Ning Xuanying let out a cry from the brutal force.

There is also the back.

Fortunately, not too many.

The light in Lin Jian's eyes became darker and darker, and finally became cloudy.

He pursed his lips, a layer of gloom appeared on his face, and he felt distressed.

"Don't take off your pants." Ning Xuan stuffed his head into the quilt and snorted twice.

Putting down his hand, he pressed the position where Lin Jian planned to pull his zipper, and said in a hoarse and weak voice.

Lin Jian didn't listen to him, the trousers were pulled down, and the bruises on the thighs and knees were more obvious.

He pressed it lightly, and it was obvious that Ning Xuan's muscles stretched into lines.

He raised his arm to cover his eyes, not daring to look at Lin Jian's face anymore.

"Fall down from the stairs, won't you tell me?" Lin Jian angrily put his trousers on, his hands were trembling, the zipper was pulled up for him a second time, and he put down the T-shirt gently, "Hide What do you mean by me?"

Ning Xuan bit his lip and didn't speak.

A group of black shadows were completely pressed down with strong coercion, and there was a slight itching in the jaw and pain from gnawing teeth.

"Say, what do you mean? You want to break up, so you use this kind of cold violence?" Lin Jian asked forcefully, without letting go at all, and the grip was even tighter.

Thousands of answers came to Ning Xuan's mind, and when he met those eyes, they were all blank, not knowing what to say.

Lin Jian kissed him from the chin to his neck in distress, hoarsely: "Do you know that I am very distressed?"

Ning Xuan still didn't speak.

"Call me next time something happens, don't turn off the phone, don't be cold and violent, I'm very stubborn, and it's hard to coax me well."

Ning Xuan let out a slow "Oh".

He raised his arm to block the light, his throat was choked, and his closed eyes were full of firmness.

Opening his eyes again, he called out Nuo Nuo: "Brother, you hurt me."

Lin Jian hastily raised his body slightly, "Why did you fall down the stairs?"

"Just, I didn't step on it firmly, and rolled down." Ning Xuan turned his head, trying to avoid his sight.

"Have you been drinking?" Ning Xuan smelled a mixture of alcohol and tobacco on his body.

"Don't change the subject." Lin Jian pressed, trying to see something from his expression.

"It's too choking." Ning Xuan frowned.

"You suffer too. Why didn't you resist when I kissed you just now?" Lin Jian lowered her body and leaned against him cautiously.

"Go and wash." Ning Xuan pushed him away.

Turn around and look for clothes in the closet.

Fang Jingying was downstairs playing with his mobile phone by himself, and at the end he thought it was too boring, right?

What are the two people upstairs doing?

Wouldn't it be nice to take him with you?What can two people do?Even if you play cards, there are three talents.

"Knock Knock-"

Fang Jingying knocked on the door.

Ning Xuan opened it from the inside.

Fang Jingying glanced at the room, "Where's Brother Jian?"

"Taking a bath?"

Fang Jingying: "????"

what happened?

"Why is he taking a bath?"

Ning Xuan leaned against the door frame coldly: "It stinks."

Fang Jingying: "..."

Oh, forgot, his cousin's cleanliness.

"Is there anything else you need?" Ning Xuan asked in a neutral tone.

"It's okay, just take a look, he's been drinking, I'm afraid he'll beat you up." Fang Jingying said with a sneer.

"Cousin, it's getting late, you can sleep here tonight. There is a room opposite, you can use it as you like."

"Okay." Fang Jingying agreed just like that, and when he walked slowly to the opposite side, he realized later, why did Lin Jian take a shower in his cousin's room?

Could it be that Ning Xuan's "bathroom cleanliness" was all his own imagination?

Ning Xuan deliberately went downstairs to talk to the housekeeper.

Fang Jingying was careless, without thinking about it, played two games, went to find Lin Jian, Lin Jian directly replied "Don't disturb", he fell asleep in the dark.

The night was silent, and the bedroom could hear needles falling.

"Does it hurt?" Lin Jian asked from behind

"It's okay." Ning Xuan answered casually.

For two weeks, the sullenness in Lin Jian's chest did not dissipate. Although he didn't ask Ning Xuan what happened, it didn't mean he didn't have his own ideas.

But now, obviously, is not the time to think about that kind of thing.

"Would you like...to come again?" He buried Ning Xuan's ear and asked hoarsely.

Chin brushes against his shoulder.

"Farewell, bro, washing the sheets tomorrow morning will make the housekeeper suspicious." Ning Xuan tried all his excuses to refuse, making Lin Jian wonder if he really left him a psychological shadow.

Lin Jian snorted coldly, "Special service, only this once."

He groped along the quilt.

The indoor temperature is constant, and the quilt is not too thick.

Ning Xuan was the only pillow left on the double bed. He raised his arm to cover his eyes, and the other hand grasped the quilt tightly. His voice was suppressed, humming and chirping like a young animal.

Lin Jian woke up early the next day and cleaned up the paper balls thrown on the ground.

"I'm leaving, you have a good rest." Ning Xuan leaned on the mattress, showing half of his shoulders, and said softly, "En."

After all, this is not their apartment, and I felt somewhat guilty doing it here last night.

Lin Jian wiped his hair, exposing his smooth forehead, and kissed his forehead.

After he left, Ning Xuan opened his eyes and wiped his forehead.

The images of last night are in my mind.

Lin Jian withdrew from the bed, got out of bed and took some tissues.

Some light poured in from the window, projecting on the lean sideways curve, the abdominal muscles around the waist were looming, with smooth lines, sliding down and burying into his lower body.

Ning Xuan glanced at him in embarrassment, and after noticing his gaze, Lin Jian turned his body slightly, squinting his eyes and looking at him, while wiping the stain hanging from his lower lip with a tissue.

That look, sexy as hell.

Not long after wiping, I heard the sound of mouthwashing in the bathroom.

Ning Xuan covered his head with the quilt, breathing quickly and nervously, and at the moment when his mind was blank, he had no reason to speak of his behavior.

Did he press his head or grab the quilt patronizingly?

When Lin Jian went out, she was wearing Ning Xuan's clothes.

Fang Jingying was still asleep, and when he woke up, his head was still in a daze.

While eating breakfast, he frowned and asked, "Ah Xuan, did you hear the cat meow last night?"

"What cat calls?" Ning Xuan didn't understand.

"Just one sound, like a cat meowing."

Ning Xuan was very calm: "No."

"Oh, maybe my ears are too good."

Ning Xuan: "You may be under a lot of pressure recently."

"That's right." Fang Jingying nodded, and before leaving, he said, "Be careful next time you go down the stairs."

"Ah."

Ning Xuan himself has no idea, this clumsy excuse can hide Fang Jingying, but can it hide Lin Jian?

On the way back, Lin Jian kept thinking about this question.

The first time I saw him at Ning's house, his thigh was injured, and he didn't check other places for wounds at that time.

The stairs of the Ning family are all made of wood, and the steps are not high. It is normal to bump into a little bit, but the dense traces are not like knocking at all.

When a person faces a wound, his arms are instinctively curled up, and the possibility of his arms colliding is very high, but his arm is not injured, or in other words, his injuries are all in his clothes, where he cannot see.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-05-2321:32:28~2020-05-2716:23:15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Jingsi;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 24 bottles of Ciyue; 20 bottles of Nanfeng;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!