you better not like me

In the sophomore year of high school.

The 17-year-old Chen Yan is required by the school to wear a decent school uniform—blue and white, which is standard nationwide.

"Fuck, Brother Yan, have you been fighting again?" The front desk turned around and looked at Chen Yan who had just put down his schoolbag.

Chen Yan glanced at him lightly, "It's 07:30 in the morning, what kind of fight should I fight?"

The front desk scratched his head, "Forgot," stared at Chen Yan for two seconds, then remembered again, "But you didn't come yesterday afternoon, did you go to fight?"

Chen Yan sat down, lowered his head and patted the ashes that were accidentally rubbed on his trouser legs while riding a bicycle, and gave a lazily hum.

The homeroom teacher walked in, glanced at the back row, and saw Chen Yan, who was drooping his head and patting his trouser legs, his expression changed instantly.

"Hey, Chen Yan, you actually came to school. The sun is coming out from the west, right?" The class teacher is a female teacher in her thirties. The students who couldn't get rid of him hated him deeply, and never had a good face.

Chen Yan got used to it, "Well, good morning, teacher."

He raised his head and glanced at the class teacher, it was flat.The teacher in charge just felt that he had punched the cotton with a fist, and it was hard to continue to say anything. Turning around, he saw a classmate copying his homework, stepped on high heels and walked over with a sharp voice, "Copying homework under my nose? Bullying Who are you? Hurry up and get out of my class next time!"

These words were too targeted, and then Chen Yan heard a "tear", and the homework book was torn from the middle.

This is the woman who can't even unscrew the bottle cap.

Chen Yan thought.

The class teacher's anger quickly found a place to vent again, because the school received a report that some students participated in a gang fight.

The photo was blurry, but there was a side face that stood out even if it was buried in the shadows, and the school leader recognized it at a glance.

So Chen Yan was "summoned".

The head teacher sneered at him, "For someone like you, you can only fight for two days in this life, pack up and get ready to go to the parallel class."

Even unnecessary preaching to him was avoided.

At that time, Chen Yan wanted to say "try to fall out in the next exam", but before he could say it, a deep voice came into his ears——

"Mr. Sun, he is fighting."

The person who spoke was the one who dominated more than 1000 students in their whole grade for more than a year. The teacher saw him with bright eyes.Chen Yan has always been curious about this person. He has been a little curious since the first year of high school. The first attention came from this person's face. It looks so exciting. When he has a cold face - fierce, really fierce , but very handsome.

The head teacher of Class B covets the students of Class A every day.

Especially in the face of such a high-scoring and oppressive academic bully, he can't raise his temper at all.

When he walked out of the office, Chen Yan found that this man was nearly ten centimeters taller than him, with long legs and fast walking.In order to make a few sentences, I have to trot and take two steps to catch up.

"Brother!" Chen Yan chased after him, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "It's too righteous, what's your name? Let's get to know each other!"

In fact, Chen Yan knew his name, but asking his name was the beginning of becoming a friend, and Chen Yan still hoped that this beginning would be regular and complete.

"Zhan Ke." He said.

"Fuck, first in grade." Chen Yan's eyes lit up when he looked at him, and the vulgar praise in his tone seemed very real.

No sarcasm, just pure boasting.

Zhan Ke's fierce phoenix eyes swept across Chen Yan's face, so lightly that the crease of his double eyelids didn't show.

When Zhan Ke didn't speak, Chen Yan kept nagging.

"Did you really meet me yesterday? I skipped class yesterday, and you skipped class too? It shouldn't be, it's a loss for you to miss a class. I have a friend who is also in class A and once had a fever , I took two classes off, it’s like fighting a war, and I hurried back to school after hanging up, and I still cried to me. But that’s right, your grades are so good, it shouldn’t affect you if you miss a class or two. big."

Zhan Ke frowned slightly, "I asked for leave yesterday, and I happened to see it when I passed by, and I just happened to hear about it today, so I can help you by the way."

Chen Yan smiled and patted him on the shoulder again, "It's too righteous! You are worth making friends with, shall we be friends? I'll treat you to dinner when Sunday is a holiday! Leave a phone call?"

Zhan Ke moved slightly, but was still photographed. He was a little helpless and wanted to refuse, "No, I didn't come to help you on purpose."

But how could this kind of Chen Yan let him go, "It doesn't matter, we are friends anyway, so leaving a phone call isn't too much?"

Having said that, what else can Zhan Ke do?Let Chen Yan chase all the way to the gate of his class.

"The atmosphere in your class is too..." Except for Zhan Ke at the door, no one in the whole class was standing.

During the big class break and the great break time, all the staff worked hard to write.

Zhan Ke didn't answer, walked to his seat, pulled out a piece of note paper, and wrote his mobile phone number.

How good the ancients said.

Bowl.

Ten years later, Zhan Ke could only sit in the car, holding his mobile phone stiffly, listening to that familiar voice, asking him one question after another that broke his heart.

Neither of them opened their mouths, they held up their mobile phones and left each other blank for 10 minutes.

Then Chen Yan hung up the phone.

Zhan Ke threw the phone aside and lay on the steering wheel, just like sleeping on the desk when he was a student.

After an unknown amount of time, he vaguely felt that the sleeve under his eyes was moist and cool.

Chen Yan said less.

In the past, he talked a lot. When they were together, he could keep silent for a long time, and the atmosphere between the two of them could not cool down.Chen Yan's life seems to have always been very interesting, and there are always endless stories to tell.Chen Yan's memory is really good, so young that one day he saw an orange cat fighting with a black and white cat whose coat color was so unevenly distributed that it was so ugly that he felt happy.Chen Yan always speaks very vividly, and he really likes to listen to Chen Yan's stories.

Chen Yan became calm.

In the past, Chen Yan was famous throughout the school for his fights. He is 180 tall, thin, with a small frame, and his school uniform can't hold him up. He always looks weak when he looks at him, but he is actually the one who strikes the darkest when fighting.In high school, Chen Yan was a cat that exploded at every turn, but he was so fierce that he could calm down in front of him.

Chen Yan doesn't like him anymore.

The former Chen Yan was really straightforward, the love in his eyes reflected the bright stars in his eyes, when he saw him, he showed the softest side, held the carefully decorated love in front of his eyes, and said "" Fuck, Zhan Ke, why are you so nice to me, do you like me?" He glanced at him coldly, and when he calmed down, he said, "Fuck you, I'm just joking with you, don't be mad at me .”

Chen Yan said he didn't bend anymore.

In the past, Chen Yan was open-minded and never felt that liking a man was a shameful thing.As soon as the two got acquainted, Chen Yan confessed.Said to him frankly: "I can't change it by nature, don't panic, gays don't just jump on men when they see them, okay? I'm very picky." Seeing that he didn't answer, I panicked again, " You shouldn’t be homophobic, right? Don’t be afraid, everyone is different in terms of feelings, I’m just a little bit different from you.” He said no, Chen Yan laughed, and happily took the picture When you touch him, your walking steps are floating, and you don't know what to enjoy.

Chen Yan said he was getting married.

and a woman.

Zhan Ke's murmured voice came out through the fabric of the coat, echoing in the small space inside the car, squeezing out all the remaining air in the car, and the feeling of suffocation spread to the whole body.

--"how can that be possible."