Don't run after school next door!

After eating the hot pot, the two walked out together. Lin Zan was happy while eating, and immediately sniffed his clothes in disgust.

There is a deodorizing machine at the door of this hot pot restaurant, which will spray out a spray when you press it. Lin Zan walked over and turned around twice as instructed.

"Wow, I'm a little dizzy." He turned too fast and pressed his temples after standing still.

Fang Xun couldn't help laughing.

Lin Zan looked at him a little unconvinced: "Try to spin at a high speed like me, and you will be dizzy too."

"It's not about laughing." Fang Xun stroked his hair, "You look like a villain in a music box, that's why I laughed."

"That's all from how many years ago, I can't see it now."

"Well, I suddenly remembered." Fang Xun thought for a while and said, "If there is a model of yours, I will buy one to play with. If I miss you, I will open it and say: Lin Xiaozan sings to me."

Lin Zan looked at him: "Just buy one? The rest will be bought by others. Can you bear to sing for others?"

"You want me to spend all my wealth for you?" Fang Xun laughed.

Lin Zan slightly raised his eyebrows: "No?"

"Yes. All the money will be given to you." Fang Xun couldn't help laughing.

Lin Zan also laughed. The two of them had already walked on a remote road with tall and lush trees. He couldn't help sighing: "Our conversation is so inexplicable."

"The content of the conversation is not important, as long as my goal is achieved." Fang Xun took his hand and approached him, "Have you noticed that we are not going the same way as before?"

Lin Zan's heart twitched slightly, a little excited and amused at the same time, and he followed Fang Xun's words, lowering his voice: "Damn it, I was led astray by you, what are you going to do to me?"

"Give me a kiss, baby." Fang Xun looked serious, his eyes shining slightly in the dark.

The atmosphere suddenly changed from funny to gentle, Lin Zan's ears turned red, and he felt embarrassed: "Why did you change your name so suddenly?"

"I really wanted to call you that, so I did." Fang Xun said frankly, raised a hand to stroke his hair, and pinched his earlobe lightly.

Lin Zan felt numb in his hands and feet, leaned his head into his arms, and whispered, "I can't do it now, I'm sorry, just wait for me."

Fang Xun resisted him, tapped his chin lightly on his head: "Then how long do you want me to wait?"

Lin Zan thought: "One year? Two years? Three years?"

"Tsk." Fang Xun said.

"Anyway, there will always be. Now start looking forward to Fang Xun." Lin Zan pretended to be relaxed and raised his hand to pat him on the back.

"Actually, it doesn't matter." Fang Xun said leisurely after teasing him enough, "I'm very happy when you call me by my name."

"So easy to satisfy?" Lin Zan still felt a little bit guilty.

"Because your voice is better than anyone else's." Fang Xun said.

Lin Zan smiled, recalling their previous conversation, and couldn't help but ask again: "Are you... still playing singles?"

Fang Xun didn't say anything immediately, but looked down at him, looking at him very seriously, showing him every ray of light change in his eyes unreservedly, which made Lin Zan's heart beat faster.

"Do you think I'm still listening?" he asked.

Lin Zan didn't flinch, but also looked at him. He spoke slowly, a little bit unconfident, and more possessive: "I can listen, I must listen."

"Do you want me to think about you every day before going to bed and listen to your voice?" Fang Xun continued as if asking.

On the contrary, Lin Zan was inspired by him to be more determined, and to express his heart more bluntly, yes, it should be like that: "Yes."

"Then call me every night." Fang Xun tapped the tip of his nose, "I've long been satisfied with just listening to the recording."

Maybe he should have understood a long time ago, listening to a person's singing tirelessly, even if he can tell the time of each breath, he still won't fall asleep, but often on certain days, the more he listens, the more he feels Heart rippling, sleepless nights.What else could it be but love?

Fang Xun couldn't help but said: "I was really too slow before. If I knew it, I would have climbed your window to eavesdrop on your recording scene. Why are you still guarding a broken earphone?"

He spoke as if he was really annoyed, and stared into Lin Zan's eyes. He spoke so passionately that it really made one's heart pound.

"Aren't you joking?" Lin Zan asked softly.

"No."

Lin Zan laughed and hugged Fang Xun.He was even more moved, and he had a lot of confidence that he didn't have before, because such words made people feel very at ease.

They would talk on the phone every night and fall asleep listening to each other's voices.It's a long-term companionship, an appropriation of another person's life, no joke.It's love, it's really being together.

"Do you want to get to the point?" Fang Xun asked him again.

"Ok?"

So Fang Xun repeated in a low voice: "Let's kiss baby, the way adults kiss."

Lin Zan suddenly remembered something very important.

He pushed Fang Xun away.

Fang Xun:?

Lin Zan said seriously: "You still have to wait a few months for your birthday."

He thought about it and found it hard to accept, he covered the lower half of his face, only showing a pair of eyes twinkling in the dark night: "I'm so sinful, I actually kissed a 17-year-old high school student!"

After speaking, the two of them laughed together for a long time.

"Go back and take a shower, I can't stand the smell anymore." Lin Zan stopped laughing.

"Ah."

The two walked back to the bottom of the community together, and Lin Zan was stunned as soon as they walked around a flower bed.

"What's wrong?" Fang Xun asked.

Lin Zan frowned: "Why is my father here?"

There was a tall man in front of him, wearing a light blue shirt with trousers underneath, and he looked good and gentle from the back.

Fang Xun glanced forward, and then said, "Then I'll go back first, your father may have something to do with you."

Lin Zan nodded.

Before Fang Xun could take a few steps, he turned around and called to him again.

"Ok?"

Lin Zan gestured for a phone call with his hands, with a bit of embarrassment on his face: "Well, it's agreed. But you take the initiative to call me."

Fang Xun smiled a little more on his face and said, "Okay."

Father Lin had already entered the building, and Lin Zan hurried after him.He hasn't been home in weeks, and his dad has asked him out for dinner a few times, but never here.

He was thinking about it when his cell phone rang and his father called him.

Lin Zan picked it up: "Dad, I saw you, why are you here?"

Father Lin was waiting for the elevator, and when he heard this, he glanced this way, and Lin Zan was trotting towards him.He smiled immediately, and a few lines appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"Son," he stretched out his hand and wrapped it around Lin Zan's shoulder, "Have you eaten hot pot yet?"

Lin Zan nodded: "The taste is really strong."

When the elevator arrived, the two walked in together, and Father Lin asked again, "Did you go with your classmates?"

"It's not a classmate, it's a friend." Lin Zan suddenly felt guilty that his puppy love was almost caught, and quickly changed the subject, "Dad, why are you here?"

"I just finished a big order. I'm free these two days, so I just wanted to visit you. Aren't you going to school again tomorrow? You haven't been home recently."

Before the change, Lin Zan would definitely stab him, "Why should I go back when there is no one at home?" After talking to his mother last time, his dissatisfaction has decreased a lot, and now he just said sullenly: "At home, why should I go back?" It’s also far away, so I’m too lazy to take a car.”

His father reached out and rubbed his head without saying anything.

After entering the house, his father also took a look at his recent living conditions, chatted casually, and kept silent only to his mother.

Lin Zan also didn't know what state his parents were in.What his mother said last time surprised and impressed him too much. He didn't understand his mother's situation, but felt her pain, so he chose to support her.

But what his father was thinking, Lin Zan really couldn't guess.He has been closer to his mother since he was a child, and there are more things that can be said and communicated between mother and child.Sometimes Lin Zan also wants to know how his father feels, but the conversation between father and son is always a bit superficial, and it is better to be as deep as his mother.

Lin Zan held his breath, and wanted to ask how his father and his mother were doing recently, but seeing his father's calm expression, he felt that it was unnecessary to ask.

In the end, the two chatted for a while, but the topic never went to his mother.Lin Zan said that he wanted to go to the bathroom and let his father go around by himself.

Lin Zan carefully scrubbed his palms for a long time, letting cold water flow through his fingers, and looked at it quietly for a while before looking up at himself in the mirror.

His eyes were a little red.He sighed again silently.

Things have become like this—no, in fact, there is nothing wrong with him, only he is making trouble, and his parents just deal with it indifferently.

He seemed to be running out of home.

But despite being aware of this situation, he has nothing to stop it.In a family, all people gather together, maybe apart from being in harmony with each other, they must sacrifice themselves.It's okay to be willing to sacrifice when you come together, to give up a part of yourself.But when one party is unwilling, no one can forcibly interfere.

He took two handfuls of cold water and poured it on his face, dried it with a face towel before going out.

But just as he walked out of the bathroom, his footsteps stopped again.

He saw his father's back.A haggard-looking figure, after just a few 10 minutes, has become different from what he saw when he was downstairs.

Father Lin was standing in front of the decorative wall, carefully looking at the miniature models made by Lin Zan. You could tell from his back that he was watching with great concentration.After looking at it for a while, he raised his old palm again, and gently touched the little figure inside with his fingertips.

That was Lin Zan's family of three made of clay.

His movements are full of tenderness.

Lin Zan lowered his eyes and stared at the toes of his shoes. After a few seconds, he pulled hard on the bathroom door and let it close.It's loud.

Father Lin turned around slowly, with a smile still on his face, but the elegant eyes behind the glasses were slightly moist: "Father is leaving first, there is still some information to be processed when we go back."

"Okay, I'll take you out."

Father Lin walked a few steps and asked him again: "Do you have any money?"

Lin Zan said, "Yes."

"If you don't have enough money, you should tell Dad that you are still growing, so spending money is nothing."

"Ah."

Lin Zan sent his father to the door and pressed the elevator for him.On the elevator display screen, the red numbers changed one by one, and the two watched it quietly together.

"Ding dong." The elevator arrived.

Father Lin walked in, glanced at Lin Zan, and pressed the door button again: "Has your mother talked to you?"

Lin Zan lightly clenched his hands on the sides of his legs, and nodded.

Father Lin also nodded, very slightly.

"Okay," he said, his lips were not fully closed, but opened a little, "Okay."

He moved his finger, the elevator door slowly closed, and said to Lin Zan: "Listen to her, everyone has their own ideas, we must respect them."

His voice is very gentle, but the nasolabial folds on his face are so heavy, the corners of his eyes are slightly curved, and the wrinkles around his eyes are so heavy, pressing heavily on his face.Like crying and laughing.

The numbers on the elevator were still changing, getting smaller one by one.

Lin Zan stood here alone, and let out a "hmm" to the air.

He is growing up, growing day by day, and his birthday has passed.But he wasn't the only one changing, mom was changing, dad was changing too.

The good news is that although they still treat him like a child, they are beginning to recognize part of his adult status.

Yes, this home cannot be as perfect as it was imagined when I was young.There are problems of incomprehension between mother and child, difficulties in communication between father and son, conflicts between husband and wife with self-reservation and sacrifice, but everyone is using their own way to convey a kind of hope, a kind of heartfelt love. Hope: You can live well.

All in all, not too bad.There is still some innocence left to look forward to the future self and future life.

Everything he experienced in the past days will shape a brand new him.

The author has something to say:

When these two are together, I suddenly don't know what to write, my mind is full of thoughts that don't meet the requirements of Jinjiang Literature City, tsk tsk tsk.I will definitely come up with healthy and positive content! (just a bit slow qaq