Run away after flirting with the male god

July [-]th, Hungry Ghost Festival.

Probably it was a coincidence that he died. That night, he looked at the various sacrifices at the corner of the road, bent down and burned the ingot numbly.He didn't receive anything, and maybe no one would burn anything for him. When Yang Fan died, even with his head down, he fell from the 15th floor and fell into a pool of blood.

"Congratulations, you're free."

Covering his face and panting vigorously, the corners of his mouth twitched and trembled into a twisted and miserable smile. Under the firelight, Yang Fan's face became more ferocious, his shoulders trembled. After burning the last gold ingot in his hand, he burned it to his former self. A man who is admired and despised by others.

He's handsome, he's a guy, he's gay, and he doesn't like being described as 'beautiful'.

The weather on the Ghost Festival was gloomy and terrible. Yang Fan watched the fire go out until there was only a cloud of black ash on the ground. The smoke in his hand was about to end. He suddenly inhaled the last puff and fell to the ground, wearily stepped over the ashes and walked towards the school go.

The aunts in the dormitory at the bottom of the building are still giving political lessons to the male students for the cigarettes they found. A group of elderly women are the most talkative.

"You know how old you are when you smoke cigarettes, and you will cry in the future, the lungs are black and rumbling on the TV, oops, look at what you guys are doing, the good dormitory has made you a mess. "

"It's a good thing I found out so early that I didn't let a fire break out. If you are a few minutes late, are you really going to heaven? Don't be like the sissy surnamed Yang upstairs who wears flowers every day."

The old woman hugged the dog with one hand on her hip, with a mean face and a high-pitched voice, she sounded like an old mother in a brothel in a book or the sharp-mouthed one in a Stephen Chow movie. In short, Yang Fan had a deep impression on her. Very well, back then she used to add oil and vinegar to the reporters and spread black stories.He also didn't understand that this person was old enough to be mentally handicapped, he could still go upstairs if he changed the road, and the lights were still on when he returned to the dormitory. Yang Fan was not used to it and had to push the door in. The thick old-fashioned pajamas were reading the original document, and there was a stack of newspapers and ceramic teacups beside them, which looked like antiques. He smiled and asked, "You haven't slept yet."

Song Bai pushed his heavy black-rimmed glasses as if taken aback, then frowned and lowered his head to continue reading, and replied with a voice as thin as a mosquito.

If it was before, Yang Fan would definitely not want to talk to him, why?

Because you are too pretentious, hey, you have good grades, but you look higher than the top and look down on other people, and the co-author didn't eat mud to pass the exam.But now that he is in his third year, a top student with good self-control is still a top student. People like Yang Fan are the most unsafe to be a bastard. It was like this in his previous life, so his value plummeted the moment he was skinned.

Yang Fan's eyes became a little misty, and he coughed dryly and said, "Thank you that day."

Song Bai faced a group of veteran cadres and fell silent. For a while, there was only the sound of flipping books in the dormitory, and there was an echo in the dormitory with only two people. Maybe he noticed that Yang Fan had been waiting for him to answer, so he frowned: " You're welcome, remember to avoid neuropathy."

"I will definitely not do this next time, don't worry."

Song Bai turned around in surprise and asked, "Next time?"

Deliberately suppressing his voice to appear dignified, Song Bai poked his head out slightly and finally revealed half of his face, Yang Fan pretended to look at his phone: "I didn't mean to hold you and cry."

"What does a big man look like crying?" It sounded like he was snorting out of his nose, full of disdain.

Yang Fan wanted to get along well with his benefactor, but he couldn't bear him to do things on his own, so he raised his eyebrows and snorted, "Wear a military coat like you, drink tea from a cadre's teacup, get a hairstyle in the 80s, hold a newspaper and put it under the sun It’s a man when you’re in the sun.”

Song Bai pursed his thin lips, showing no sign of happiness or anger. He cast a sideways glance at him and continued to read, while wrapping his military coat around his body.

Yang Fan is out of breath, Song Bai doesn't seem to be a homosexual now and doesn't like him, if it's left before he dies... Yang Fan covered his head with the quilt in disbelief and muttered: It's not what I want Just give whatever you want, pretend to be a pervert.

Song Bai stopped flipping the book, and unconsciously moved into the bed.

The moment he said the words, he could smell the stuffy smell of the heavy old quilt, which was so strong that Yang Fan sneezed a few times with his mouth open, wiped his nose and quickly jumped off the bed to scratch it. It's all quilt, "Damn, I haven't been in the sun for a few days."

"Half a year."

"Half a year?" Yang Fan turned around to ask, but the next moment he recalled what he did in college and was speechless again.He broke up with his family early and had no financial income, so he should have been a model for some time.He has narrow shoulders and hips, and he is not from an art academy and cannot be a catwalk model. Yang Fan laughed at himself as an Internet celebrity, "Yeah, I can't sleep at night."

Song Bai glanced at the door, meaning to let him go out to sleep.

Yang Fan also knew that during those days he was obsessed with making money and always lived outside, but the embarrassing thing was that he didn't remember his password at all when he was in college. He had already forgotten it after 10 years in the entertainment industry, and he only calmed down after he was reborn. I went out to burn the paper by myself, and I had to go to the bank tomorrow to change the password at the earliest.While distressed, Yang Fan instantly cast his eyes on Song Bai who was lying on the bed.

"I don't want to go out to live today, or you can take me in for a night."

The young man smiled flatteringly and unpretentiously, Song Bai said: "You..."

"I swear I don't snort, grind my teeth, fart and sleepwalk."

For the sake of classmates and roommates, Song Bai did not refuse to reluctantly agree to borrow a bed for the night.Who would have thought that Yang Fan would yell Leng Leng Leng as soon as he got into bed, and tried his best to stick to him. He wanted to scold a few words, but when he saw the weak eyes of the other party, he slapped in his heart, and he clenched his hands into fists to hold back: "Will you let me sleep?"

Yang Fan smiled heartlessly: "The temperature difference is too big and it's cold, just don't hide from me."

He couldn't finish reading the book either, so Song Bai got up and turned off the lights and lay down, sleeping straight with his hands crossed on his stomach. In Yang Fan's words, if he moved up a little, he would be a cos mummy.

Thinking it was impossible to fall asleep soon, Yang Fan propped himself up and whistled softly: "Talk?"

Song Bai couldn't figure out how this person's temperament suddenly changed. Yang Fan used to be very arrogant, but he was the kind of poor two hundred and five arrogant. Fortunately, he looks good and has the capital to be arrogant, especially when he looks down on people. This made the boys feel uncomfortable, including Song Bai himself, a certain electric current rushed from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, feeling paralyzed.

He replied without emotion: "What are you talking about?"

Yang Fan touched the quilt cover and said, "I don't know how many years there are holes in the quilt cover, and you don't want to buy it again?"

"No money."

Yang Fan subconsciously wanted to laugh. Song Bai’s real name is not Song but Zhao. If you talk about Zhao Limin’s name, you should understand it. The leader of the Internet and the second richest man in Asia in 20, it’s also because Yang Fan didn’t pay attention to current affairs at that time. You will find that Song Bai and old man Zhao look very similar, almost carved out of the same mold, with deep brows and eyes, and a high nose bridge. Even though they are nearly [-] years old, they are still handsome, but no matter how handsome they are, they are still scumbags.

Song Bai’s mother was the daughter of a magistrate at the time, and Zhao Limin was a university teacher. The two of them fell in love with each other and no one supported them because of the huge disparity in financial ability. After more than ten years of cold war with his family, he gave birth to Song Bai after graduation.Later, Zhao Limin was stimulated to study abroad, and he wanted to start a business when he came back. Song's mother gave him all the money, but in the end she couldn't even get back the money.

Where there is the first time, there is the second and third time.

Mama Song is young, and her enthusiasm for love has not disappeared, and it is too late when she recovers.

Later, Zhao Limin might be lucky enough to buy a lottery ticket and win. He took the money to test the waters and did not expect to succeed. He climbed up to the current position step by step, but Song's mother is no longer young. Women have always been older than men. With the rapid development and the lack of timely maintenance due to too many hard times, the age of 30 looks like a aunt in her 40s, and Zhao Limin's high spirits are the time when he is really proud.

Cheating, as expected.

How did Huang Hua get back her handsome and mature husband yesterday?The first happy thing that Song's mother did was divorce. Zhao Limin had a conscience and gave a large sum of money. At that time, several younger sons, Cheng Huan, were already under their knees, so she didn't think about the eldest son, so Song's mother changed her son's surname.

Song's mother was a great beauty at the beginning and now she has become a rapeseed flower. The whole family of the Song family can't hold their heads up. This special family environment has cast a shadow on Song Bai since he was a child. He was dragged down and had cancer, and no child could bear such a change in just a few years.

Such a poor baby naturally needs sympathy. Whenever friends visit during Chinese New Year and see the taciturn little Song Bai, they will sigh and pat his head: "Song Bai, just smile."

Song Bai looked over coldly with ice scum in his mouth, and watched with his own eyes the flattering man spit at the door the moment he left the house.

In Yang Fan's heart, Xiao Jiujiu remembered things so clearly for the first time. Song Bai grew up with his grandparents. When his mother died, the two old people had three large courtyard houses under Song Bai's name.His younger brothers are all useless and only know how to play horses. When Song Bai was successful, Zhao Limin approached him and said that he wanted compensation. How to compensate?

In short, Song Bai threw all the money his father gave him into the stock market. If he has the money, it is his luck. If he loses it, he doesn't feel bad anyway. It depends on God.

All these were told by Song Bai himself to Yang Fan, of course, not when he was alive.

As for the straight men's dressing style, I probably have to thank the two old people in the family. Grandparents are both soldiers...

Thinking of this, Yang Fan felt a little sympathetic to Song Bai. He had a bumpy childhood and was not happy. He stood in a military posture and practiced military exercises every day. It hurts to grow up so old.

Yang Fan was full of emotions, he propped up his chin in sympathy and helplessness, Song Bai moved his head as if he wanted to chat, suddenly a golden light flashed in front of his eyes, and Yang Fan leaned forward with a bright face.

It was a golden lock with delicate carvings and cumbersome patterns on the surface. Even the chain body was made of thick gold chains. It was extremely vulgar when paired with men's attire, but it was so tyrannical and cute.Yang Fan's rationality flew away immediately, he reached out tremblingly and took the lock and looked at it carefully, but before he sighed that it was beautiful.

Song Bai held him with his big hand, showing contempt on his face: "What are you doing?"