Do not provoke

Grandma's house is not too close, in a villa area on the outskirts of the city, it takes two hours to drive.

Although there were quite a lot of cars in the underground garage of Tang Xingbei's house, they had no choice but to take a taxi because they were underage and did not have a license. It was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening when they arrived.

The surroundings of the villas in the suburbs are empty and clean, and even the air is full of cool and humid feeling, which makes people feel refreshed.

Tang Xingbei jumped out of the car with his schoolbag on his back, went around to the other side to pick up Fang Lin, and then hurriedly took out the suitcase from the trunk: "Let's go."

As soon as he walked to the house number, Tang Xingbei began to call out in a drawn-out voice, "Grandma—"

There was a slight sense of coquettishness in his voice, sweet and obedient, Fang Lin couldn't help but glance at him.

Tang Xingbei ignored him, reached out and turned his head to ring the doorbell.

Within 2 minutes, an aunt came out of the door excitedly: "Oh, Xiao Bei is here! Why are you here so late!"

She raised her voice and shouted backwards: "It's Xiaobei!!"

There seemed to be the sound of the wheels of the wheelchair rolling by inside, and Tang Xingbei followed suit and shouted: "Grandma, don't come out! I'm going in now!"

Aunt Zhao patted his arm and smiled happily: "It's been a long time since I saw you, old lady, go!"

Tang Xingbei responded with a smile, turned his head to look at Fang Lin, and said hastily, "Wait for me, there are stairs here, I'll pick you up after I carry the suitcase in."

Fang Lin hummed.

Only then did the auntie see the boy standing behind him, and she was taken aback: "Huh? Who is this handsome guy?"

Tang Xingbei lowered his head and the hand holding the suitcase lever suddenly paused, quickly pressed it down, and said vaguely: "Student."

Fang Lin didn't speak, just glanced at him.

"Ouch!" Auntie's eyes lit up, and she shouted happily as she climbed the steps, "Old lady! Xiaobei took his classmates home to play!"

Tang Xingbei laughed, carried the suitcase up the steps and pushed it in, quickly came down and reached out to Fang Lin: "Come."

His fingertips were moist, Fang Lin couldn't hold back, and squeezed gently.

The Zheng family was originally a well-known family in the city, but later it came to Tang Xingbei's mother's generation. The uncles and aunts in the family were all fools.

Tang's mother was able to help support when she was alive, but now after she passed away, she could only rely on her grandfather to work hard outside, and had to throw away many properties that she couldn't afford to take care of, and the family fortune shrank a lot.

Grandma is a typical southern woman, elegant and gentle. Even though her hair is gray and her legs are inconvenient, she still speaks softly and calmly.

She held Tang Xingbei's hand in front of her body, smiling with joy hidden in her wrinkles: "Your grandfather just left the house the day before yesterday, and he said that there is a project in the south, and he wants to inspect it himself, but it's a pity that he missed it with you. "

Tang Xingbei handed her a glass of water: "It's okay, it's not far away anyway, I can come back when the holidays come."

Grandma held the glass of water and smiled for a while, then went to look at Fang Lin, and asked, "I heard from Xiao Zhao that you two are classmates?"

Tang Xingbei paused, hummed, and smiled: "It's called Fang Lin, here you come."

Fang Lin nodded: "Grandma is good."

"Hey, you're fine too." Grandma replied kindly, and patted Tang Xingbei's arm again, "It's getting late, so I won't drag you two to talk, quickly take Xiaolin upstairs to settle down."

She turned to look at Aunt Zhao: "Xiao Zhao, has the upstairs room been tidied up?"

Aunt Zhao snorted, and took her water glass: "Don't worry, the quilts are all freshly dried. But I didn't expect Xiaobei to bring friends, so I prepared a room."

Grandma nodded: "It's okay, two boys, just live in one room."

Tang Xingbei was taken aback: "...Huh???"

Grandma gave him a puzzled look: "What's the matter? Didn't you sleep with Xiao Lang before?"

"But Xiao Lang is my cousin, can it be the same..."

Tang Xingbei didn't dare to look back at Fang Lin's reaction for a while, he was a little flustered for no reason, and said nonsense: "You see, we are not yet eighteen, is it appropriate to live in one room? Besides, we are both so grown-ups Can't sleep in one room? What if he sleepwalks in the middle of the night?!"

Grandma was dumbfounded by what he said, and glanced at Fang Lin's splinted leg: "...Huh?"

Tang Xingbei: "..."

He took a breath: "Forget one room and just one room."

Grandma nodded: "It just so happens that the little classmate's legs are inconvenient, so you can help take care of it if you live together."

Tang Xingbei sighed, and replied, "Understood."

After Aunt Zhao pushed his grandma back to the room to sleep, Tang Xingbei scratched his hair, turned around to look at Fang Lin, and coughed: "That..."

Fang Lin looked at him, and suddenly said, "I can sleep on the sofa."

Tang Xingbei froze for a moment, frowned, stepped forward and reached out to help him, muttering, "What sofa are you sleeping on?"

Fang Lin looked down at him: "Don't you want to sleep with me?"

Tang Xing paused, and muttered in a low voice: "No."

He just said this and didn't make another sound, he just put his arms around Fang Lin and went upstairs.

After a while, he suddenly spoke in a low voice, "I'm just... sorry."

Fang Lin paused and turned to look at him.

But Tang Xingbei refused to say any more, just walked forward with his head down.

When he entered the room, Fang Lin was still thinking about the meaning of his words, a little distracted.

"What are you thinking?" Tang Xingbei closed the door and looked back at him.

Fang Lin regained his senses and shook his head: "It's okay."

This room is the standard room for Tang Xingbei every time he goes home. He pushes the suitcase to the corner and puts on slippers with ease, and asks, "Can I take a shower?"

"Yes." Fang Lin glanced at his feet, which were slender and fair, and quickly looked away.

"Row."

As Tang Xingbei said, he opened the suitcase and took out two sets of pure cotton T-shirts and shorts, and threw one set to him: "Take a bath first, rest early, and I will take you out to play tomorrow."

Fang Lin reached out to take it, and raised his eyes: "Go out to play?"

"Yeah." Tang Xingbei was facing him sideways, taking off his shirt and lowering his head, "This place is different from the city center. There are many tree-lined paths next to it, as well as fields and creeks."

He was talking, and the button had already been undone to the third.

The thin gray-blue plaid shirt was very light and hung loosely. Following his movements, the collarbone half covered his white collarbone.

Tang Xingbei is very white, with blue blood vessels faintly visible on the knuckles, the joints are clear and beautiful, and the arc from the neck to the shoulders is slender.

Fang Lin watched quietly for a while.

"That's right." Tang Xingbei suddenly turned his face, looked at him with beautiful eyes, paused, "You... sleep on the inside or the outside."

Before Fang Lin could reply, he raised his hand and took off his clothes, and put on a T-shirt: "Go to the outside, it's easier to get in and out of bed."

Fang Lin hummed.

"Clean up, I'm going to take a shower first." Tang Xingbei stretched, turned and went into the bathroom.

Fang Lin didn't speak, watched him close the door, closed his eyes after a long time, pulled out a chair and sat down, heaving a sigh of relief.

... Fortunately, the line of sight was received in time.

Tang Xingbei took a shower very quickly, and came out after wiping his hair in a short while, his neckline was a little wet from the water between his neck, and his eyelashes were clear: "Go, call me if you need help."

"it is good."

But Fang Lin is probably used to fighting with wounds, whether it is taking a bath or changing the dressing by himself, he is very familiar with it.

When he was changing the dressing, Tang Xingbei was lying on the side watching.

Suddenly said: "Hey."

Fang Lin didn't look up, his hair was wet: "What's wrong."

Tang Xingbei hesitated for a while, before asking: "You used to...why did you fight so often?"

Fang Lin stopped clasping the box and raised his eyes.

"If it's inconvenient for you, don't say it." Tang Xingbei was a little embarrassed.

"No." Fang Lin lowered his gaze again, his tone was very calm, "Most of them were forced."

"Oh." Tang Xingbei glanced at him.

The lights in the room have been turned off, only the desk lamp on the table is on in a warm yellow light, and there are occasional bicycles jingling past outside the window, mixed with the sound of cicadas, it is very quiet.

Fang Lin quickly changed the medicine, put away the box, and was about to wrap the gauze when Tang Xingbei suddenly slid over on the chair, "I'll help you."

Fang Lin narrowed his eyes and handed him the gauze without saying anything.

Tang Xingbei put the gauze on his arm and pressed it, and began to wind the gauze carefully.

Maybe it's because he just took a shower, Fang Lin's skin is a little cool, and there is a warm feeling in the palm of his hand, which is very comfortable.

After four or five days of application of the medicine, the blood scab on the wound was almost healed, leaving only a hideous scar, which was very eye-catching on the cold white skin.

Tang Xingbei frowned, and carefully rubbed his fingertips on the blood scab around the wound for a moment, then withdrew his hand and continued to bandage.

He lowered his head, so he couldn't see the sudden turbulent darkness in Fang Lin's eyes.

Tang Xingbei stretched out his hands and cut off the gauze until the blood scab couldn't be seen clearly, tied a crooked bow, and breathed a sigh of relief: "That's enough."

He raised his head, met Fang Lin's gaze, and was taken aback: "...what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Fang Lin quickly retracted his gaze, reached out and pressed the desk lamp to turn off.

"Why are you turning off the lights? You can't see anything with the black lights!"

You can't see it.

Fang Lin quickly pulled down his trouser waist in the darkness, then turned around and went to bed in the dim moonlight outside the window, and said indifferently, "Sleep."

Tang Xingbei scolded Gou Cao in a low voice, but he didn't bother to climb up and down to turn off the lights, so he just groped his way to the bed.

"Retract your legs." He stretched out his hand and pushed Fang Lin.

The moonlight outside the window was very good, but it could barely see the outline of the bed.

Tang Xingbei couldn't see the person on the bed clearly, so he carefully stretched out his hand and touched something. The fabric was a little hard, so he frowned and scratched.

"...Let go." Fang Lin said suddenly, his voice was hoarse and deep, with a hint of haste.

Tang Xingbei was stunned, and quickly realized what it was, and his palms burned immediately, and he quickly withdrew his hand in shock, shocked: "...fuck!"

"What the fuck, I'm not excited yet." Fang Lin sat up quickly, and frowned at him.

His eyes had gradually adapted to the darkness. Tang Xing turned his face to the north, and could clearly see his narrow and deep eyes with long and dense eyelashes.

He quickly looked away, his throat moved: "I'm sorry."

Fang Lin glanced at him, and said after a long time, "It's all right."

Tang Xingbei quickly got on the bed, lay down on his side, staring at the ceiling.

After about a few minutes, I faintly sensed that something was wrong: "Wait...why did you suddenly change?"

Fang Lin's eyelashes trembled, but they were still closed, and his tone was very calm: "You will be hard even if someone touches you."

"...Oh." Tang Xingbei's ears suddenly felt hot.

He quietly turned his face to the side, glanced at Fang Lin through the light by the window, and hesitated: "But... before I touched it..."

"Do you want to try?" Fang Lin interrupted him, closed his eyes and frowned impatiently, "Otherwise, I'll touch you to see if you can change?"

His tone was indifferent, Tang Xingbei frowned unhappily and cursed crazy, took out the phone from the pillow, turned around and went to play with his own phone.

When the people calmed down again, Fang Lin breathed a sigh of relief covered in cold sweat, and slowly opened his eyes.

Fortunately, Tang Xingbei's mind often short-circuits. If he persists in asking questions, it may be difficult to end tonight.

How to answer?

Could it be that your collarbones, shoulders, waist and legs are hard... Tang Xingbei probably wants to pick up a chair and fight him.

Fang Lin suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, closed his eyes again, and sighed silently.

Most of the people living in the suburban villa area are elderly people. When you leave the street, there is a large square next to the park diagonally. As soon as the sun rises, old men and women begin to dance, take a pee and chat. It is very lively.

Tang Xingbei was woken up by a square dance "Hey everyone, come with me!"

He opened his eyes in a daze, and it took him a while to remember where it was.

Then I felt a warmth on my side.

Fang Lin should not have woken up yet, breathing lightly, he was turning his face sideways to face him, his closed eyelashes were clearly visible.

Tang Xingbei breathed lightly for no reason, and watched for a while longer.

During the years when he was domineering and domineering when he was a child, he used to force Tang Feng to question him, and also snatched his mobile phone to see Chen Yun's photo.

It was a woman who could be called beautiful, delicate and fair.

But Tang Xingbei's deepest impression was her eyes, which were well shaded, cold and icy.

So much so that the first time he saw Fang Shi, he somehow remembered the glimpse in the photo.

In fact, Fang Lin doesn't look very much like Chen Yun, and even looks better than his mother, especially his eyes, which are indifferent and beautiful, and they are always covered in ice when staring at people.

From the first time he met him, Tang Xingbei liked his appearance quite a bit, and it hit his aesthetic point perfectly.

Fang Lin's breath swept over his forehead lightly, and the tips of his hair itched slightly when he moved slightly.

The two of them were very close. Tang Xingbei originally wanted to turn to the side, but for some reason, he suddenly couldn't be bothered to move, so he just stared at Fang Lin with impunity from such a close distance.

By the time he realized it, he had reached out and rubbed Fang Lin's eyelashes inexplicably.

Tang Xingbei came back to his senses, his heart throbbed suddenly in a daze, and he hastily withdrew his hand.

The sound of the heartbeat was thumping close to the ear, and the air conditioner was obviously turned on at 24 degrees, but a layer of cold sweat broke out on the back.

The throbbing of that second was so fast that it disappeared in a flash before Tang Xingbei had time to capture it.

But that strange feeling... He thought about it vigilantly, feeling a little dazed.

"Have you seen enough?" Someone suddenly spoke next to his ear, the voice was hoarse when he just woke up.

Tang Xingbei was so startled that he quickly turned back, stared at him for a long time before he said, "... When did you wake up?"

"When you poke my eyes with your hand." Fang Lin opened his eyes and narrowed them.

"I didn't mean to poke..." Tang Xingbei paused, frowned, turned over and lay flat, "Forget it."

Fang Lin didn't move or make a sound, just staring at him.

Of course he understood what Tang Xingbei was embarrassed about.

He knew exactly what that careful movement and the warm arc of the fingertips touching the eyelids vaguely represented.

Not only was he clear, but he had kept it in his heart for too long to conceal the surprise that exploded quickly, and it also gave him a surging urge to turn over and suppress Tang Xingbei.

Fang Lin held back and listened to his own heartbeat in silence.

But even so, his gaze was straightforward and undisguised.

Tang Xingbei had done something wrong just now, so he didn't notice his anti-client gaze at all, and turned his back to him in embarrassment and turned to the wall: "...what are you looking at."

Fang Lin didn't make a sound, and it took a long time to raise the corners of his lips, and said in a low voice, "It's nothing."

"I was thinking," he narrowed his eyes slowly, "I think I still have a chance."

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