Do not provoke

Tang Xingbei fumbled in the water for a long time without touching a big fish, only one or two small fishes of about ten centimeters slipped past his palm occasionally.

He lowered his head and carefully picked out two beautifully patterned ones, unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and put the fish in, then turned around and went down the river again.

Fang Lin stopped him: "Don't look for it, come back."

"Didn't you want fish?" Tang Xingbei frowned and looked over, raised his arms to wipe away his sweat.

Fang Lin shook the mineral water bottle: "These two are enough."

"...Oh." Tang Xingbei came back through the water again and kicked him in the water.

Fang Lin turned his face sideways and squinted his eyes: "So lively."

Tang Xingbei glanced at him, did not speak, put on the short sleeves twice, and pulled his hair twice: "Let's go."

Fang Lin stood up and followed him out of the woods.

The sun was scorching hot, and within a few minutes of being on the road, my wet hair was almost dried.

After returning home, Tang Xingbei asked Aunt Zhao for a glass bottle, poured two fish in mineral water into it, and took out a few small colored stones and threw it in.

He glanced left and right with satisfaction, threw two more stones into it, then clapped his hands, and carried them upstairs carefully.

"For me?" Fang Lin looked at him.

Tang Xingbei seemed a little embarrassed, clicked his tongue, held the fish tank and stuffed it into his hand, hurriedly said "Do you want me to love you", turned around and went downstairs.

Hearing the sound of footsteps on the stairs, Fang Lin bent his mouth, lowered his head, reached out and flicked the water in the glass jar, and sighed silently for a long while.

In the next few days, the two went to towns and fields in the countryside, and accompanied Aunt Zhao to the farmhouse supermarket for shopping, and even went to the park downstairs where the uncles and aunts danced.

It wasn't until Fang Lin was supposed to go to the hospital to remove the splint that they packed up their things and went home full of enthusiasm.

"Grandma has peaches in the supermarket opposite our neighborhood, don't take them!"

"Don't worry, we can cook at home... I know well, I must pay attention to safety, you should go back soon!"

Tang Xingbei lay down in front of the car window, waving his hands towards the door, until Aunt Zhao finally helped her grandma turn around and entered the house, then pressed the car window, picked up her damp collar, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Uncle Li said: "The old lady can't bear to part with you, she only comes here once in so long."

Tang Xingbei smiled: "I'll come over when I have time."

"Okay, bring your little classmate with you." Uncle Li smiled.

"Don't worry, I can't lose him." Tang Xingbei turned his face and looked out the window.

Fang Lin glanced at him.

They didn't start until the evening when the weather wasn't so hot, and it was already night when they got home. Uncle Li watched the two of them enter the house and turned on the lights before slowly backing up and driving back.

After entering the door, Tang Xingbei threw the suitcase into the corner with one hand, pressed the switch to turn on the light, turned on the master air conditioner and fanned his collar, and frowned: "It's so hot."

Fang Lin closed the door with his hand, turned around and put his shoulders on his shoulders, "Go upstairs first."

His leg was not seriously injured. During the past few days at his grandma's house, Aunt Zhao simmered bone soup every day. He has almost recovered, and he can easily go up and down the stairs.

Tang Xingbei subconsciously wanted to grab him by the waist and help him walk away, but he suddenly reacted, touched his nose, withdrew his hand, and picked up the suitcase.

"He Miao's birthday is in a few days, do you want to go?"

Fang Lin paused, holding the stairs with one hand, without looking up: "Are you going?"

"Probably." Tang Xingbei also lowered his head.

"Then I'll go too." Fang Lin said.

"...Oh." Tang Xingbei didn't raise his head, he looked away as if he was a little embarrassed, and pursed the corner of his mouth lightly.

Going all the way to the corner of the stairs, Tang Xingbei was walking absent-mindedly, subconsciously wanting to follow someone into the house again, halfway there, he was stunned, turned around slowly, and went back to the door of his room.

He stretched out his hand to press the doorknob, and the corner of his eye seemed to inadvertently shine in Fang Lin's direction.

Fang Lin had already opened the door, but he didn't go in directly. He turned his head and looked over, as if he wanted to say something to him, but in the end he hesitated and said: "...good night."

"Ah." Tang Xingbei quickly looked away, raised his hand to touch the tip of his ear, and said calmly, "Good night."

Early the next morning, the two went directly to the hospital to get the splint.

The doctor checked all his injuries carefully again, then put away his glasses, sat back on the chair and wrote the report, saying: "The recovery is not bad, try not to get water on the wound on the arm, and pay attention not to make large movements in the past few days."

He prescribed some anti-inflammatory medicines, and the two of them went downstairs to get them. After leaving the hospital, they went to the supermarket to buy some vegetables, fruits and meat, and then they prepared to go home with them.

As soon as he entered the gate of the courtyard, He Miao called and said, "Brother Bei! At six o'clock in the evening the day after tomorrow! Can the small pond come?"

Tang Xingbei quickly moved the phone away, and only pulled it closer after he finished speaking, saying concisely: "Yes."

He paused, then said vaguely: "By the way, that...Fang Lin is going too."

"Hey, how hot people are..." He Miao suddenly got stuck in the middle of speaking, almost breaking his voice in shock, "Who?! Fang Lin?!"

Tang Xingbei was a little erratic at first, but was startled by his sudden roar, frowned and pulled the phone away, and pressed his cochlea: "Yes, Fang Lin! He's right next to me. Why do you want to follow me?" Did he tell his heart?"

He Miao sneered, and kept saying, "Then what! Keep playing! I won't bother you! See you the day after tomorrow!"

"Understood." Tang Xingbei answered and hung up the phone.

Fang Lin glanced at him: "Actually, I really don't understand how you and He Miao got to play together."

"I've got a bubble in my head." Tang Xingbei replied casually, changed his shoes and entered the room.

Fang Lin smiled and followed.

It started to rain in the evening of He Miao's birthday, and the two of them went out at four or five o'clock, and took a taxi directly to go there.

Xiaochitang is a relatively high-end hotel near their school. He Miao's family can't be called a rich man, but they are quite rich. After the divorce, He's mother has also opened up a lot. Started stocking education.

He Miao is very popular in the class, and almost half of the class came to a private birthday party, which fully occupied two boxes, and it was very lively.

Tang Xingbei didn't like this kind of noisy crowd. Of course, the crowd would stay away from him intentionally or unintentionally.

In this situation, if it was in the past, he would probably keep looking down at his phone with a cold face, not even bothering to eat and drink until the party is over.

But today is different... Fang Lin is by his side today.

But in fact, even though he was sitting beside him, the two of them still had nothing to say to this noisy scene.

But inexplicably, Tang Xingbei suddenly felt much more at ease.

The private room was very noisy, a group of people chatted back and forth between the private rooms, jokingly talking about the problems they did and the games they played during the summer vacation, while Tang Xingbei and Fang Lin sat side by side in the far corner, one Sai Yi was chilly.

Except for Yu Zhaohongyang, who had a friendship with the game before, who came to say hello, the people around did not dare to disturb them, only a few girls couldn't help casting excited glances, and then gathered together to mutter a few words.

Tang Xingbei just turned his head to look over, but saw them scattered in fright.

He paused, then turned his head back bored.

Fang Lin sat beside him, propping his temple with one hand, and laughed silently.

Tang Xingbei frowned and stared at him, then lowered his voice, "Smile."

Seeing him continue to laugh unmoved, Tang Xingbei was furious, and couldn't help kicking him.

As expected, Fang Lin fought a lot, and when he saw his movements, he guessed what he was going to do, reacted quickly and quickly dodged, and subconsciously pinned his calf directly to push back and press on him.

They were both wearing casual shorts. The moment their bare skin touched, both of them froze and stared straight ahead.

There were many people in the room, the door was opening and closing from time to time, the temperature of the air conditioner was turned on very low, and the heat on the calf was very obvious.

And this series of actions were all carried out under the table. The two people were still aloof and indifferent on the surface. The long hanging tablecloth only shook slightly, and they returned to calm.

Nobody noticed this.

For a while, no one spoke, and no one moved.

Tang Xingbei stared straight at the boy who was drinking milk tea, stared at him tremblingly, silently put down his cup and turned around, then looked away in a daze, and stared at the house number again.

Fang Lin clasped his legs skillfully, and even his ankles were fixed so that it was difficult to move. If he pushed forward, it would be Fang Lin, and if he stepped back, it would be the corner of the table.

But Tang Xingbei knew in his heart that if he struggled a little, Fang Lin would quickly let go of him... Just like that morning in the woods, he helped cover up his irrationality.

This person seems to be able to do things with ease no matter what, Tang Xingbei pulled out a trace of reason from the sound of his heartbeat, and thought coldly.

But still did not move.

His calf was pressed against the edge of the table leg, and his toes were weakly half-stepping on that edge. It took a little effort to step on it firmly to ensure that it would not slide down and stick tightly to Fang Lin's leg.

Tang Xingbei's nerves tensed up, his ankles felt a little sore from the support, but he still didn't dare to relax.

However, despite this, with a small slip inadvertently, the skin can still easily rub a warm shudder.

Fang Lin probably sensed his predicament, so he lowered his head, picked up the cup and took a sip of water, trying to withdraw his foot calmly.

Tang Xingbei's body reacted faster than his brain, and before he could pull away, he quickly hooked him with his legs.

Fang Lin was stunned for a moment, stopped moving, put down his cup, and coughed lightly.

Tang Xingbei could clearly feel the tips of his ears burning hot. He didn't know what he wanted to do, and he didn't know how this situation would end, so he could only continue to stare blankly at the house number.

Not only him, Fang Lin was also silent for a long time.

"Brother Bei!" Suddenly, He Miao rushed into the door carelessly, carrying a few bottles of yogurt, and waved them in front of his face, "Don't you love yogurt? It's all yours!"

The second he rushed up, the two of them were startled, and quickly withdrew their legs in unison.

The movement was too violent, and his ankle hit the foot of the chair with a bang. There was a lot of movement, Fang Lin frowned and looked over.

Tang Xingbei didn't seem to feel any pain, so he let out a sluggish oh, and after He Miao chatted happily and slipped away, he remembered to say: "...Thank you."

The sound was so tight that it was a little floating.

"Give me a bottle." Someone beside him said.

Tang Xingbei paused, without making a sound, reached out and pushed him a bottle of strawberry flavor.

Fang Lin took it and looked at it: "Change to another one, I don't like this."

After being silent for a long time, Tang Xingbei clicked his tongue, calmed down, leaned back in his chair, and brought over a box of plain yogurt: "Do you like it or not."

Fang Lin glanced at him, squinted, stretched out his hand to unscrew the cap of the bottle and took a sip, and after a long time he said in a low voice, "I'm quite courageous now."

Tang Xingbei didn't speak or look at him, and took a sip of yogurt in silence.

He Miao was a little short, and she was able to slip through the crowd like a fish in water with ease, patting the shoulders with this one for a while, and bragging with that one for a while.

But turning around, he would deliberately sneak to Zhou Nuan's side to chat for a while, and even pretended to be oops, I just walked here on the way.

Tang Xingbei couldn't help laughing when he saw him scurrying around Zhou Nuan like a spinning top.

Fang Lin followed his gaze and raised his eyebrows.

The surroundings slowly quieted down, and neither of them spoke, as if they were relieving the subtle crossing of the line just now.

After a while, the waiters served the dishes in rows.

The people in this room are all half-grown teenagers, their appetites should not be underestimated, they immediately picked up chopsticks and ate in full swing.

After eating halfway, Yu Zhao wiped his mouth, stood up holding a cup, and suggested: "Hey, hey, stop for a while! Today is such a special day, let's celebrate Shui Shui's coming of age, let's have a drink together!"

"OK--"

"Happy birthday!!"

"Cheers - happy adulthood!!"

Tang Xingbei also stood up, reached out his hand with a serious face and touched the yogurt box with a group of people holding red wine and beer, and drank it up.

When he sat back in his seat, Fang Lin couldn't hold back, and smiled with his face parted.

Tang Xingbei frowned, and quickly knocked his hand hard with chopsticks.

"Hey," he squeezed his hand, Fang Lin quickly withdrew his hand when it hurt, glanced at the light red mark on the back of his hand, "It hurts, you might as well kick me."

Tang Xingbei lowered his head and took a bite of the sweet and sour tenderloin, and said vaguely: "...Forget it, you haven't taken advantage of it enough yet."

Fang Lin paused, lowered his eyes and took a sip of the strawberry-flavored yogurt, then gave a low laugh.

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