Do not provoke

"Ah?" Hearing what he said, Tang Xingbei was taken aback, but it was inconvenient to turn his head away, so he could only ask, "When? The day you transferred should be the first time we met, right?"

Fang Lin's arms around his shoulders tightened lightly, and he lowered his eyes: "No."

He said: "I... When I was at home, I saw pictures of you practicing the piano."

"Practicing the piano?" Tang Xingbei was confused for a while, and it took him a long time to realize, "Oh, I know more pianos, which one do you say?"

Fang Lin reluctantly curled the corner of his mouth as if he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't: "It's the one who won the championship in the city youth talent competition in your junior high school, Harp."

"That." Tang Xingbei quickly remembered, frowned, and muttered unhappily, "My mother signed me up that time, and I didn't even want to go. The first one is too embarrassing."

Fang Lin didn't speak, closed his eyes, and smiled lightly.

That photo was given to him by Chen Yun.

Fang Lin still remembered the expression on her fingertips when she pushed the photo over from the side of the desk, looking down at him.

As well as the pity and a trace of indescribable anger and contempt in his tone.

Although the words she said are unknown, Fang Lin still easily deduced from her words that she probably always hated that if he had married Tang Feng back then, he would have given birth to such an excellent son as Tang Xingbei. Live the life of a perfect rich wife.

But unfortunately, my son is a gangster who roams the streets and fights all day long, and the man who married in a hurry is also a good-for-nothing gambler.

Still a dead piece of shit.

He didn't bring that photo, so he put it at the bottom of the bookcase in his hometown.

But every expression and movement of the teenager in the photo, the thin knuckles of the ring finger pressing the strings of the harp, and the folds of the clothes, he can remember them all clearly.

At that time, Fang Jianjun had just died. Today, three or four years ago, it was the same midsummer as now, hot and humid.

In the noisy night of cicadas, Fang Lin sat on the ground with his legs bent, leaning against the cold wall, listening indifferently to the crying of children upstairs and downstairs and the scolding of adults.

The wound on his back was bruised and purple, but he didn't seem to notice it. He poured down the wine expressionlessly, and stared at the person in the photo with the dim moonlight reflected by the window.

Tang Xingbei looked more arrogant than now when he was young, he didn't even bother to retract the prickly thorns all over his body, and his half-raised eyes were full of impatience and irritability with anger.

But the fingers that landed on the strings were slender and white, with clear phalanxes, soft and unsuitable for him.

Fang Lin, who was 15 years old at the time, was thinking, how could someone be so arrogant and disgusting.

Later, every time he got into a fight or came back messed up from a fight, he would stare coldly at the person in the photo, thinking mockingly if he had taken another step away from him.

This weird yearning and contempt lasted until the night a few months ago, the third day after his mother passed away, when he saw Tang Feng for the first time.

He was dressed well, and with the sadness of having just attended the funeral, he found himself and said that at Chen Yun's request, he would send him to transfer to another school and take him back to live with his son.

Standing in the dark, Fang Linshu squinted his eyes, pinched his cigarette with one hand, and agreed with a blank expression amidst his nervous smile.

He stared at the kindly smile on Tang Feng's face for a while, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

But I couldn't help thinking disdainfully in my heart, such a hypocritical and cunning person must give birth to a son who is impetuous and slippery.

He once tried to integrate this personality with the thorny man in the photo, but he couldn't succeed no matter what.

Until I saw Tang Xingbei with my own eyes.

"What are you dazed about?!"

After calling a few times and the man still didn't move, Tang Xingbei couldn't bear it anymore, and loosened his arms: "Hurry up and get down, I'm exhausted!"

Fang Lin quickly came back to his senses, then he jumped off his arms, stood still, and looked over.

"...I don't know if there is a car at this point."

Tang Xingbei didn't notice his gaze, and was so tired that he collapsed on the chair in front of the bus platform. He frowned and wiped his sweat. Mom, it's almost twelve o'clock."

Fortunately, it is summer now, and there are quite a few people who drive late at night. They only waited five or six minutes for one.

After helping the person in, Tang Xingbei reached out and closed the car door: "Thank you, Municipal Hospital."

The elder brother of the driver took a look at Fang Lin through the car mirror, and said, "This whole body is covered with blood, did you go to fight?"

Tang Xingbei closed his eyes and enjoyed the air-conditioning comfortably, and said casually, "No, we are both top students."

"Come on." The driver brother laughed at him, "Didn't you go to school when you were an uncle? You two are the kind of problem students who look like parents don't love you, and you don't love them. You are still top students."

Fang Lin moved his fingertips.

Tang Xingbei also opened his eyes, and it took him a long time to let out a laugh as if he felt a little funny.

The driver brother didn't notice it, and turned the steering wheel: "I have to tell my parents when I go to the hospital later, don't worry, my brat got into an awkward fight with others last time..."

The two sat side by side in the back seat of the car, listening to the eldest brother scolding his son for more than ten minutes, and finally arrived at the hospital.

Tang Xingbei carefully helped him down, and then he closed the car door: "Thank you uncle."

"It's okay! Be careful!" The driver waved his hand and drove away again.

Probably because it was already midnight, there were not many people registering at the orthopedics clinic, and they sat outside and waited for a long time before being called.

When Fang Lin got up, Tang Xingbei subconsciously stretched out his hand to support him, and his warm skin quickly got close.

This circling gesture was like a hug, Fang Lin paused, and continued to walk forward.

A little girl with her legs dangling next to her saw it, and turned her head to the woman next to her and yelled, "Mom! I want a hug from my boyfriend too!"

The woman covered her mouth in embarrassment: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

……

Tang Xingbei was taken aback, feeling a little embarrassed, quickly withdrew his hand, and touched his ear: "Then you..."

"I'll go in by myself." Fang Lin forcefully sideways to avoid him, and said coldly.

Tang Xingbei was taken aback by his gesture of avoiding suspicion, and it took him a long time before he hummed.

The door is closed.

Tang Xingbei sat back on the chair outside the corridor again.

The door of the opposite ward was open, and the little girl hanging her legs in front of him was only about seven or eight years old. She stared at him curiously: "Why don't you go in? It's said on TV that all boyfriends go in together." Ward."

"Sweet beans!"

The woman scolded, then turned her head and apologized to Tang Xingbei embarrassingly: "I'm sorry, my daughter is young, so I don't mean to discriminate against you."

After she finished speaking, she got up and closed the door.

"...Ah." Tang Xingbei stared at Yuanyuan's door knocker, and it took him a long time before he said, "It's okay."

Fang Lin went in for a long time, so long that he stared at the hands of the wall clock outside the door and turned it around before coming out.

When the door creaked, Tang Xingbei quickly turned his head.

It's a doctor, wearing a mask and beckoning to him: "Student, come in."

Tang Xingbei frowned, picked up his schoolbag and followed in confusion.

After closing the door, he subconsciously looked for Fang Lin's figure, and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed in one side of the aircraft, looking down at his right leg wrapped in gauze and a fixed plate.

"Who are you?" The doctor lowered his head and asked while writing the treatment instructions.

Tang Xingbei was almost brainwashed by the little girl and blurted out a sentence of boyfriend, and bit him: "...his brother."

Fang Lin seemed to raise his head slightly.