Do not provoke

The heavy rain started in the early hours of the morning and continued until the next day. The raindrops splashed on the branches and leaves outside the door, making it so noisy that people couldn't even sleep.

Before getting up, Tang Xingbei took out his mobile phone and clicked on the weather forecast to look at it. The rain is expected to last for three to five days.

He slept too late last night, and his eyes were always sore after waking up. Tang Xingbei stood in front of Fang Lin's door and rubbed it over and over again before dawdling in knocking on the door.

"Come in."

Tang Xingbei pushed the door open and went in, and saw Fang Lin sitting at the table changing the dressing for the wound on his arm.

He only glanced at this side, then looked away, clasped the body of the bottle with his fingertips and poured the powder with one hand, his movements were very familiar.

It seems that I have dealt with it myself since I was a child.

Tang Xingbei felt a little uncomfortable for no reason, approached him, and kicked his chair: "Hey, let me change it for you."

Fang Lin looked up at him, then looked away: "No need."

He put down the medicine bottle, pulled out the gauze that had been cut to length, turned his face sideways and bit one end, and wrapped it around his arm with ease.

Tang Xingbei fell silent, reached out to grab a chair and sat down, with his arms resting on the back of the chair, listening to the noise of rain outside the window, watching him heal his wounds.

After wrapping up the gauze, Fang Lin simply tied a knot with one hand, moved around a few times, and then glanced at Tang Xingbei: "What's wrong?"

"...It's okay." Tang Xingbei coughed.

After a pause, he asked again: "I haven't asked you yet, but who was that idiot who pissed you off last night?"

Fang Lin seemed to have expected that he would ask this question a long time ago, with a calm expression, he stretched out his hand to pull the trash can, and threw the replaced gauze and used cotton swabs into it: "A person from the old town."

Tang Xingbei followed his movements, and his eyes fell on the trash bin, which had a few more rolls of toilet paper than last night. Before he took a curious look, Fang Lin closed the lid and looked over coldly: "What's the matter?" ?”

Tang Xingbei stepped on the horizontal bar under the chair with one foot, and paused: "Is that person against you?"

"Probably." Fang Lin said, "The main reason is that I have a grudge against his brother."

"His brother?" Tang Xingbei was taken aback, and recalled, "...the one who is more wrinkled and can trap mosquitoes than the Mediterranean, probably in his 40s or [-]s, what enmity do you have with his brother?" ?”

Fang Lin laughed at his metaphor for a while, put one hand on the table and lightly buttoned it, and then said after a long time: "It's far away, it has to be counted from when I was seven or eight years old."

Before Tang Xingbei could speak again, he interrupted first: "Don't ask, I'm too lazy to say it now."

"Oh." Tang Xing clicked his tongue and glanced at him.

Fang Lin paused, then raised his eyes to look at him: "Last night...why were you over there?"

"Gang up."

After finishing speaking, Tang Xingbei asked again: "...What about you?"

"Back to town." Fang Lin paused, "Yesterday was...my dad's death day."

"……Oh."

Embarrassed, Tang Xingbei almost bit the tip of his tongue.

Ask what to ask! ! !

He put his hands on the back of the chair, lowered his head, and swiped awkwardly twice: "No wonder you said you won't come back at night."

Fang Lin paused as he held the cup to drink water.

"...Ah, isn't that right?" Tang Xingbei suddenly came to his senses, frowned and looked up at him, "Yesterday it was eleven o'clock, why did you come back again? Something's wrong, no wonder you were squatted in the middle of the night!"

Fang Lin stared at him, took a long drink, but didn't put down the glass. He probably didn't want to explain, so he said vaguely, "I'll go back if I want to."

Tang Xingbei looked at him lying on the back of the chair, and it took a long time before he responded: "...ah."

For some reason, he suddenly had an inexplicable illusion that Fang Lin came back to accompany him.

But this delusion was too stinky and shameless, Tang Xingbei touched his nose.

"That's right." Fang Lin suddenly glanced at him, "This morning Yu Zhao sent me a message asking me about climbing the mountain."

Only then did Tang Xingbei remember what he said to Zhao last night, if Fang Lin went, he would go, and he was suddenly embarrassed.

He straightened up disguisedly, stretched his waist: "How do you say?"

"Will you go if I go?" Fang Lin narrowed his eyes.

Tang Xingbei froze, coughed, and said perfunctorily, "You're kidding him."

Fang Lin glanced at him.

Tang Xingbei avoided his gaze, stood up, and turned to look at his bookcase: "Then...how did you reply to him?"

"No reply." Fang Lin said.

Tang Xingbei's interest suddenly faded, and it took him a long time to utter an oh.

The rain lasted for three or four days before finally gaining momentum.

When the weather first cleared up, the midsummer sun couldn't wait to heat up, and the trees on both sides of the baked street were green and withered.

"Hey, it's my grandma... Okay, it's okay to stay for three to five days... This afternoon?... Ah, it's okay, I can go there." Tang Xingbei lay on the bed in the air-conditioned room and threw cotton candy into his mouth. "Okay, goodbye grandma."

He hung up the phone, turned over, got up again after a while, and found a small suitcase from under the wardrobe.

In those years when I was young, my grandma was the only family member who treated me very well. Tang Xingbei would stay with her for a few days during winter and summer vacations every year.

In fact, Tang Xingbei was very happy to go there before, but for some reason, this time his mood was a little inexplicably entangled.

Tang Xingbei was distracted while stuffing clothes into the suitcase. When he came back to his senses, he looked at the crookedly folded sweater in his hand, frowned, cursed in a low voice, and threw it back into the closet annoyed.

I was a little absent-minded at lunch.

When he went back to take a nap, Tang Xingbei supported someone up the stairs with one hand, while pretending to be nonchalant, he mentioned: "By the way, I'm going out for a few days."

Fang Lin paused, did not look up, and hummed.

Seeing that he didn't intend to ask more questions, Tang Xingbei didn't say anything, and continued to walk up.

After walking slowly for a while, Fang Lin said, "When?"

"Tonight." Tang Xingbei glanced at him.

"……it is good."

After lunch, Tang Xingbei ate another piece of ice cream. When he got close, there was a refreshing milky smell in his breath.

Fang Lin lowered his eyes and exhaled slowly.

"...Hey." The arm was poked.

There was a secret shudder as the slightly cool fingertips rubbed against the skin, Fang Lin's mind shook, but he didn't look up: "What are you doing?"

Tang Xingbei opened his mouth, struggled for a long time, but finally said nothing: "...it's okay."

The two had already reached the door, Fang Lin let go of him: "I'm going back."

"Well... good afternoon." Tang Xingbei glanced at him again.

"good afternoon."

Fang Lin didn't look back, he quickly opened the door and went back to the room.

After closing the door, Fang Lin stood calmly under the cold air of the air conditioner for a long time, then walked forward, took a glass of water and drank slowly, pressing his palm against the cold temperature of the glass, and closed his eyes.

Mingming had analyzed it internally and externally in the early morning, and he absolutely should not and should not have any thoughts about Tang Xingbei. When getting along with him these two days, he can also suppress the subconscious desire to get close to him physically...

However, once it is triggered to a certain point, all the barriers that have been painstakingly piled up before will collapse like sand and gravel.

Fang Lin suddenly had a feeling of discomfort in his heart, and it was entwined tightly, making it suffocating.

Shirts, T-shirts, shorts, underwear, novels I haven’t read before, earphones, chargers.

After casually ordering the things he needed for the past few days, Tang Xingbei quickly zipped up the suitcase, picked up the suitcase and pushed it twice, and put his schoolbag on his back.

The moment he opened the door with a creak, he raised his eyes and looked hesitantly at another room diagonally across the corner.

The room was quiet and there was no movement.

Tang Xingbei paused, closed the door with a bang, and pushed the suitcase around twice.

After making a lot of noise, he pretended to be nonchalant and looked back.

The door was still tightly closed, and Fang Lin didn't seem to have any intention of coming out to see him off.

Tang Xingbei suddenly felt a little unhappy.

He lowered his head and lifted his schoolbag up, frowned, and bumped left and then downstairs with the suitcase in one hand.

It was just after five o'clock, and the sun outside was still scorching hot. Tang Xingbei hated being sweaty when he went out, so he pushed the suitcase aside irritably, carried his schoolbag to the living room and got a glass of water to drink.

There was no movement upstairs from beginning to end.

Tang Xingbei frowned and looked away, took out his phone and looked through it.

He Miao had previously sent a message saying that at the birthday party early next month, several people in the class were called and asked if he wanted to come.

Although Tang Xingbei didn't like places with many people, he would not lose face to He Miao, so he casually replied hello.

It wasn't until he finished clicking the red dots on all the apps that he put the phone in his pocket irritably, and turned his head to look out the window.

The sun has dimmed a lot, and the treetops have also been blown by a breeze.

Tang Xingbei frowned and lowered his head, without looking upstairs again, he stood up pushing the suitcase with one hand, and walked slowly to the entrance.

Just as he was about to open the door, he suddenly heard someone say in the stairwell behind him: "...wait a minute!"

Tang Xingbei quickly raised his head.

About to leave the door in a hurry, Fang Lin barely supported the stair pole with one hand, his brows and eyes could not be seen clearly in the backlight under the beam lamp, only his slight panting could be heard.

Tang Xingbei looked at him, his heart beat faster suddenly, but he pretended to be calm: "What's wrong?"

Fang Lin looked at him for a long while before he said, "Can you..."

He looked into Tang Xingbei's beautiful eyes, and suddenly stopped talking, lowered his eyes, took a slow and deep breath, and finally said in a low voice, "It's okay, let's go."

Tang Xingbei: "...?"

fuck him.

He suddenly became angry, clicked and pulled up the handle of the suitcase, narrowed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Are you sick?"

Fang Lin looked at him.

"If you want to talk with me, don't you fucking end it?! What a fart you are here!" Tang Xingbei yelled with indescribable irritability, he never expected his voice to be so loud. I was stunned for a while.

Fang Lin still didn't make a sound, just looked at him with dark eyes.

Tang Xingbei twisted the handle of the suitcase with his fingertips, heaved a sigh of relief, pushed the suitcase to the corner for a while, and frowned, "Let's go."

Fang Lin didn't move, but his voice was hoarse: "...where are you going?"

"tidy up!"

The author has something to say: I'm going to live together soon hahahaha! !Brother Xiaofang is about to start flirting!

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Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 7 bottles of Mr. Gu's Mr. Jiang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!