Do not provoke

It was already eleven o'clock at night when he got off the taxi, Tang Xingbei closed the car door, picked up his schoolbag, turned around and went straight into Linhe Street.

The surroundings are quiet and quiet, only the husky next door howling back and forth on the railing can be heard, and the shadows of the trees whirling under the quiet street lamps.

Finally rushed to the front of the house, Tang Xingbei frowned in the heat, wiped the sweat from the side of his face casually, took out the key to open the door and locked it again.

When he entered the door, he stopped slightly, with his schoolbag on his shoulder, raised his head, and looked at the faint light in the left room on the second floor.

Fang Lin wasn't asleep yet.

A secret and passive joy suddenly rose in his heart, but before he had time to think carefully, it disappeared.

Hearing the sound of the door opening downstairs, Fang Lin's pen suddenly paused.

He stared coldly at the formula on the draft paper, thumbed the pen holder and turned it around quickly, finally sighed in compromise, his eyes softened, and he put down the pen.

Tang Xingbei took a few sips of water in his cup, wiped his mouth and put down the cup. Just as he was about to pick up his schoolbag and go upstairs, he saw Fang Lin standing at the stairs.

Probably just took a shower, he has already changed into thin white T-shorts, with one hand resting loosely on the railing, the tip of his hair is slightly wet, when squinting at himself, his whole body exudes air-conditioning from the clearness: "I Thought you weren't coming back."

Tang Xingbei looked up at him, and lightly clasped his knuckles carrying the schoolbag: "Why, you won't be able to sleep if I don't come back?"

Fang Lin didn't speak, but raised his eyebrows.

Tang Xingbei curled the corner of his mouth inexplicably, looked at him, and dropped his schoolbag slightly from his left shoulder: "Have you come back to eat tonight?"

Before Fang Lin could reply, he unzipped the zipper with one hand, took out a packaged transparent plastic food box from his schoolbag, shook it, raised his face, and raised his eyebrows: "Brother treats you to something delicious. "

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the two warmed up a whole box of spicy crayfish with two bottles of iced yogurt.

Mama He's workmanship is very good, and the food is delicious, delicious, and they just failed to stop the car. When they came back to their senses, the whole box of crayfish had been wiped out.

When the mess was cleared up, Tang Xingbei couldn't walk any longer, and frowned on the chair by the dining table: "It's killing me..."

He added two extra meals at night, and he didn't know how to restrain himself, so his stomach hurts from eating now.

Fang Lin felt a little helpless, and poured him a cup of hot water: "Drink some slowly."

"Don't," Tang Xingbei raised his eyes listlessly, squinting at him, "I'll throw up if I drink any more."

Fang Lin frowned: "You can't lie on your stomach like this, go upstairs first."

Tang Xingbei groaned and closed his eyes: "I don't want to move."

Fang Lin glanced at the stairs, as if thinking of something, hesitated for a moment, but did not speak.

I lay down on my stomach downstairs for a long time, but the stomach pain was not serious.

It's not a problem just lying on the table, Tang Xingbei barely held back the pain and went upstairs. After entering the room, he didn't even turn on the light and lay down on the bed. He frowned and hissed: "...fuck."

Fang Lin stood outside his door and hesitated for a moment, then entered the room, closed the door, turned on the air conditioner and adjusted it to 26 degrees, and then took a look at the person lying on the bed.

Tang Xingbei's face had turned pale, his eyes were closed heavily, and there was faint sweat on his forehead.

"Do you have stomach medicine?" Fang Lin glanced at his desk.

The moonlight was dim through the balcony window, the test papers and books were in a mess, and there was a half-written copybook spread out on the table, but there was nothing else.

Tang Xingbei muffled: "Don't eat that stuff."

Fang Lin felt a little helpless, so he had no choice but to step forward, put his hand on his shoulder and straightened him up: "Lie down."

Tang Xingbei was so vain right now, he frowned sternly: "...what are you doing?"

Fang Lin sighed, did not speak, squatted down on one leg, supported the edge of the bed with one hand, lifted the hem of his clothes, and poked his fingers inside.

The moment his warm fingertips touched his skin, Tang Xingbei took a breath and subconsciously grabbed his wrist: "Hey...!"

"Don't move." Fang Lin's voice was very low, close to his ear.

His hands landed on the upper part of the abdomen, rubbing slowly and gently.

The palms of his hands were warm and dry, and there was a kind of ironing temperature when they were pressed against the cool abdomen. Tang Xingbei only hesitated for a while, then succumbed to the warmth like sweet rain, slowly eased his tense nerves, and closed his eyes. Eyes lie down.

After a while, he began to hum and chirp comfortably.

Fang Lin's movements froze, as if he wanted to say something, he quickly shut his mouth.

The skin in the palm of his hand felt warm, soft and cool to the touch, and the abdominal muscles lying on his back were tight and thin, gently rising and falling with Tang Xingbei's breathing.

Under the pale moonlight, Tang Xingbei's exposed skin was colder and fairer, and the flower with simple lines on the left was particularly eye-catching.

Fang Lin suddenly remembered the rainy night on the bus, this thick red flower, and the deep scar on the flower//heart.

A light pink scar snaked around the white waist, about seven or eight centimeters long, and judging from the traces of recovery from the wound, it should not be shallow.

Judging from his more than ten years of experience, this wound should not be something like a knife or dagger, but more like...

Tang Xingbei's hand holding his wrist tightened suddenly, and he bent his legs to kick him, while laughing uncontrollably: "What the hell are you doing touching me!"

Fang Lin came back to his senses from the dim moonlight, quickly retracted the hand that was caressing his scar, stood up, his knuckles twisted stiffly, and the moonlight could not clearly illuminate his expression.

He lowered his eyes and turned his face to the side, frowned and hurriedly said "rest", before even taking a look at Tang Xingbei's expression, he turned around and went out, closing the door with a bang.

Liu Tang Xingbei's smile persisted inexplicably.

After the person left, he hesitantly frowned and lowered his head, lifted up his clothes, and poked the spot that Fang Lin touched just now.

... Isn't it just a scar?What's all the fuss about!

Without the warm gentle kneading and slow twisting, the feeling of stomach pain slowly surfaced again.

Tang Xingbei's face turned pale, he cursed in a low voice, lay down again, closed his eyes and imitated Fang Lin's way of rubbing randomly.

After a while, he fell asleep in a daze.

The lights in the room were still on, the formula on the draft paper was still on the previous page, and the air conditioner was blowing cold air, making the footer of the page flip slightly.

Fang Lin stood with his back against the door for a while, and after a while, he calmly walked forward, pulled out his chair and sat down, and picked up his pen.

The font on the draft paper was clear and meaningful, and half a page of formulas were listed eloquently.

In fact, this question is not difficult, it is just a derivation of the conversion of several difference terms, and more than half of the key points have been calculated, and it is enough to make up.

But Fang Lin looked down, unable to understand what the string of ghostly symbols he wrote earlier was for a long while.

He took a slow breath, threw away the pen indifferently, got up, turned off the light and went to bed.

Fuck it and sleep.