Do not provoke

"Brother Zhen, didn't we agree to eat crayfish!"

"Don't fucking talk nonsense..."

The voice turned away from the alley, Tang Xingbei turned his head, frowned and looked at Fang Lin: "What's the matter with you two friends?"

Fang Lin ignored him, seemed to be thinking about something, and continued walking forward without expression.

Tang Xingbei turned around and followed, looked down at the cigarette butt in his hand, a little surprised: "Can you still smoke? Can't tell, good student?"

The wind was strong, and a little curl of smoke wrapped in the light of the fire scattered in all directions.

Fang Lin stopped in his tracks, flicked the cigarette ash with his fingertips, put it back between his lips, turned his head, and looked at him expressionlessly.

A light white mist lingered slightly between his brows and eyes, blurring the contents of his vision, and he could only feel the coldness and ice in his eyes.

Fuck, is this guy playing handsome in front of my face? !

Tang Xingbei suddenly got excited, and stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

Fang Lin stared at him, lightly pressed the tip of his tongue between his teeth, and didn't speak or move.

Seeing that he refused to give it, Tang Xingbei directly raised his hand to smoke the cigarette, flicked the ash between his fingers familiarly, raised his hand to his lips and bit it.

He raised his chin and squinted his eyes, staring at Fang Lin's stunned expression, snorted arrogantly, suddenly withdrew the cigarette, put his arms around the back of his neck and pressed it against his face, and blew provocatively towards his side face.

In the blank vision, Fang Lin heard a laugh beside his ear, mixed with the smell of milk and wine, clear rustling, very arrogant: "Who doesn't know how to smoke a cigarette anymore."

He blinked slowly, and met Tang Xingbei's gaze through the extremely thin and faint smoke.

This man was probably really drunk, his beautiful round eyes narrowed slightly, showing a proud and flamboyant light.

A few seconds later, Fang Linshu withdrew his gaze, frowned calmly and separated him, and hurriedly turned and walked forward: "...crazy."

Tang Xingbei was very dissatisfied with this evaluation, and just about to speak, he suddenly heard him ask coldly: "Why do you know how to smoke?"

He froze for a moment and frowned: "I forgot, it was probably when I was in junior high school."

Fang Lin didn't look back, and gave a short laugh.

Tang Xingbei extinguished the cigarette butt with one hand, caught up with him, and looked up at him suspiciously: "What about you? Every day in the class, you pretend to be a good student who is cold and academic. How can you be so proficient in climbing over the wall to smoke and write self-criticism?"

Fang Lin turned his face to look at him, and after a while, suddenly bent his mouth: "It's raining."

The next second after the words fell, big raindrops landed on Tang Xingbei's eyebrows and slid down his eyelashes, he was so startled that he subconsciously blinked.

Fang Lin looked at it for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand, gently swept the ball of his thumb under his eyes, and licked the moisture on his fingertips: "Let's go."

As he spoke, he withdrew his hand and turned around directly.

"..."

He just touched my face?

Tang Xingbei touched the corners of his eyes in a daze, followed with a sense of inexplicable weirdness.

Fortunately, the two of them walked in time, and when they arrived at the bus station to take the bus, the rain suddenly broke into an uproar.

But even so, the eaves of the platform of the bus station are too narrow, the strong wind and the pouring rain still hit the body unhindered, and the temperature dropped suddenly.

The street lamps were flickered by the shadows of trees wrapped in the wind, and half of Tang Xingbei's body was wet. It was cold and damp, and he couldn't help sneezing.

Fang Lin frowned, stretched out his hand and pulled his arm closer to him.

"What are you doing!" Tang Xingbei was so startled by his action that he almost jumped and jerked to the side.

Fang Lin let go of his hand and looked at him coldly: "Hide from the rain."

On the contrary, the indifference on his face made Tang Xingbei feel like a 2B who was suspicious and startled.

He gritted his teeth, struggled for a moment, and finally stood next to Fang Lin.

Wearing thin clothes in summer, the arms and shoulders were warm to the touch, Tang Xingbei pretended to be nonchalant, and sneaked closer.

Fang Lin bowed his head and flipped through his phone, but there was no response.

Tang Xingbei glanced at him and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Fang Lin still didn't look up, his tone was cold: "There are still a few minutes to see the car."

As he said, he put away the phone directly, raised his head and looked to the left.

Just as Tang Xingbei was about to ask a question, his wrist tightened suddenly, and then he was pulled to the front, with a piece of warmth on his back.

Fang Lin's voice was beside his ears, mixed with the sound of rain, it was a bit cold: "Get in the car."

In the next second, the bright yellow headlights of the car shone in front of his eyes with dense rain, Tang Xingbei was turned away by Shande's frown.

Fang Lin stretched out his arms to embrace him, he didn't bother to get the umbrella in his schoolbag, he just blocked half of his body from the noisy rain curtain under the porch eaves of the platform, and only followed him up after he got on the bus.

"Welcome to take the No. 7 bus. The next stop is Longhe Road. Passengers who get on the bus should consciously swipe their cards and insert coins..."

The driver uncle yelled in the noisy rain: "Go in, go in!!"

After swiping the bus code, Fang Lin put away the phone, let go of Tang Xingbei's wrist: "Let's go."

On a rainy day, there were not many people in the car, so the two walked to the end of the car, found a seat and sat down side by side.

The clothes on Fang Lin's back were almost soaked, revealing the boy's strong and smooth shoulder and waist outline, and the tips of his hair were dripping with water. He stroked his hand casually, revealing a side face with clear and profound eyebrows.

As if aware of the gaze from the side, he turned his face coldly: "What's wrong?"

Tang Xingbei quickly looked away: "It's okay."

He hastily changed his breath, quickly took out his mobile phone in a disguised manner, and lowered his head to open it.

On WeChat, He Miao sent him a message:

[Brother Bei?Are you leaving directly? 】

【indifferent!ruthless! [crying]]

【You forgot to take your schoolbag! 】

【Forget it, I will send you home tomorrow】

Tang Xingbei casually typed [um] and went back.

Within two seconds, He Miao called, and he answered subconsciously. Before he could feed, he was bombarded with calls: "Brother Bei! It's raining so hard outside, why are you going home with your umbrella in your schoolbag?" What?! Tell me the address and I'll pick you up!"

Tang Xingbei paused, then coughed: "No need."

He quietly glanced at the people next to him, pretending to be calm: "I'm with Fang Lin."

He Miao on the other side of the phone suddenly froze subtly, and then responded quickly and loudly: "Okay, okay, then I won't bother you two anymore!"

Then in Tang Xingbei's face? ? ?Zhong decisively hung up the phone.

The rainwater trickled down the window glass, Tang Xingbei frowned, and exited the call interface: "Crazy."

Fang Lin took out a tissue from the side of his schoolbag and handed it to him: "Wipe."

"...Thank you." He hesitated to take it.

Fang Lin raised the end of his eyes lightly, as if to glance at him, but didn't seem to, he lowered his head and wiped his fingers carefully.

Tang Xingbei clutched a tissue, turned his head to look out the window, and cleared his throat awkwardly: "Well, how many WeChat messages do you have?"