Do not provoke

Bypassing Wutong Road on Yichang Street and turning a few alleys, Fang Lin threw the mineral water bottle into the garbage truck next to him, walked to No. 17 courtyard, took out the key from his schoolbag and opened the door.

Tang Xingbei followed him in, turned around and closed the door.

He followed Fang Lin into the community, went up to the fourth floor of Unit [-], and then stopped in front of the door.

Fang Lin opened the door: "Come in."

Tang Xingbei hesitated for a moment, got up and entered the room.

"The slippers are in the shoe cabinet behind the door. There are new ones. Find them yourself," Fang Lin said.

"……Oh."

Tang Xingbei put on his shoes, unloaded his schoolbag, hung it up in the cloakroom, looked around the room, and asked, "You... usually live by yourself?"

Fang Lin hummed, and went into the room to turn on the air conditioner: "My grandfather transferred the ownership of the house to me. He thought it was troublesome to go upstairs and downstairs, so he has been living in a small room in the flower and bird market next door."

Tang Xingbei hummed, looked left and right, then turned his head and asked him, "Can I go inside and take a look?"

"Whatever you want." Fang Lin put down his schoolbag, got up and went to the balcony, "I'll close the window."

After the windows were closed and the air conditioner turned down and turned on for a while, the room gradually cooled down.

These buildings in the community were probably just built a few years ago, and the lawns and greenery downstairs have not fully grown and flourished, and they are probably new buildings that have been demolished and rebuilt.

The decoration of Fang Lin's home is very simple, in a modern style of black, white and gray, not refined, but it looks very comfortable.

The whole room was originally supposed to be two bedrooms and one living room, but one of the bedrooms was converted into a study room, the bookshelves were full of books, and there was a piano near the floor-to-ceiling windows, which was carefully covered with a dark brown case. There was a layer of dust on the fabric.

Tang Xingbei retracted his gaze and looked up. Most of the bookshelves were related to piano and tea art... probably Fang Lin's mother's hobbies.

He backed out hesitantly.

Fang Lin had already poured out two cups of tea, and didn't lift his head when he heard his footsteps: "I remember you like green tea, and brother Zhen just gave me a pack, you can try it."

"Oh." Tang Xingbei stepped forward and sat down.

He seemed to be distracted, he reached out to pick up the teacup and was about to drink it, Fang Lin frowned and stared at him: "Put it down."

Tang Xingbei was taken aback, and did as he did: "...?"

Only then did I feel the heat on my fingertips belatedly.

Fang Lin sighed, walked around from behind him and sat down on the sofa on the other side, rubbed his head, and said in a low voice: "Don't think too much, my grandfather has been in poor health for the past two years, I have already prepared for it Yes, I just didn't react a little this morning."

Hearing what he said, Tang Xingbei unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and finally let go of his nerves that had been tense for a day, but hesitantly asked, "...Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Fang Lin smiled.

"That's good." Tang Xingbei glanced at him, and muttered vaguely, "I'm still thinking of any way to comfort you, poor orphan."

Fang Lin laughed twice, and said in a low voice, "It's not impossible."

Tang Xingbei didn't react, looked up, huh?With a sound.

Fang Lin didn't say any more, got up and checked the temperature of the cup with the back of his hand, and pushed towards him: "Okay, you have a taste."

"……Oh."

Tang Xing got up from the north, smelled it, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "It's very fragrant, what kind of tea?"

Fang Lin looked at him and leaned back on the sofa: "I don't know, it is said that Liang Zhen bought it from a collection store when he traveled to the south."

Tang Xingbei didn't speak, but smelled it again, and frowned: "It feels a bit like Biluochun..."

He took a sip: "But the taste is more fragrant."

Fang Lin smiled: "I don't know either, you can drink it if you like."

"Thank you." Tang Xingbei really liked it, so he didn't refuse.

The atmosphere became quiet again, Fang Lin just looked at him silently.

Tang Xingbei took two sips of tea, put down his cup, glanced at him, hesitated: "Can I ask a question?"

"Just ask."

"How did you and... Liang Zhen and the others meet?"

Fang Lin seemed to have expected that he would ask these questions a long time ago, with a very calm expression, he took a sip from his teacup, and then said after a while: "When I was in elementary school, I played truant one day, so I went to his Internet cafe for a day. We'll know each other when we get back."

"...Oh." Tang Xingbei glanced at him.

When Fang Lin was in primary school, about seven or eight years ago, he couldn't figure out how a boy in his teens could get acquainted with a man in his 30s and [-]s who didn't look like a serious citizen just because of an Internet cafe. But intuition is not so simple.

But I don't want to ask.

Tang Xingbei stood up and seemed to be wandering around, Fang Lin also let him watch casually.

Unknowingly walking to the study room again, Tang Xingbei glanced at the piano, which was quite a high-end brand: "This piano is quite expensive."

"Well, my mother bought it." Fang Lin replied in the living room.

Tang Xingbei didn't say anything, but hesitantly stretched out his hand to wipe the ashes. It was very heavy, and he probably hadn't played it for a while.

He clicked his tongue and looked away again.

His eyes suddenly caught something, and he fixed on Fang Lin's desk, frowning, and walked forward hesitantly.

There was a long silence in the study. Fang Lin was looking at his phone when he suddenly thought of something, his heart skipped a beat, and he got up quickly.

"Can you explain to me," Tang Xingbei asked in a low voice without raising his head when he heard his footsteps, "What are the photos under the table?"

... Sure enough, I saw it.

Fang Lin paused, fell silent, and frowned.

Tang Xingbei didn't seem to expect to hear his answer, he just lowered his eyes and stared coldly at the old mahogany desk with some shabby paint.

There are many photos pressed under the glass with a layer of dust. The people in the photos are all thirteen, fourteen to fifteen or sixteen years old, with impatient faces.

The night before in the alley, Fang Lin mentioned to him that he had seen photos of him playing the piano and winning prizes.

Tang Xingbei originally thought it was a group photo of the competition on the website, or a photo of the winners and runners-up on the official website... But he didn't expect that all of them were sneak shots, and there was more than one fucking one.

When eating, when giving a speech, or even when walking in a daze on the road after school.

...shocking and disgusting.

He looked away stiffly, staring at the single photo on the desktop. The woman with a camera in her hand and a cold face on the photo looked a little like Fang Lin, and she was looking at him silently. with.

"I...go out for a while." Tang Xingbei suddenly felt a little breathless.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Fang Lin's reaction, he turned around, pursed the corners of his mouth, turned around coldly and walked towards the door.

Fang Lin was a little anxious, as if he wanted to pull him, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Tang Xingbei dodged backwards with great force, staggered him, quickly put on his shoes, twisted open the door and went out.

Fang Lin curled his fingers until he heard the door slam shut.

After a while, he walked to the desk silently, glanced at the young man in the photo, and lightly touched his side face with his fingertips.

The gap between them is not only because of the same sex... but also because of those things that have been deliberately forgotten, but actually exist, and even ruined the two families.

When he rushed out the door in embarrassment, Tang Xingbei's mind went blank, and his heart was filled with the shocking nausea that Fang Lin's mother had secretly photographed him for a long time.

Not to mention schoolbags, I even forgot to take my mobile phone.

The town was a little remote, Tang Xingbei didn't know the place, he had no money, no mobile phone, and no one he knew, so he found a random bus stop and sat down.

It was noon, the temperature was very high, and the sun shone through the shade of the trees, making the benches under the bus station a little hot.

But Tang Xingbei didn't care about so much, he urgently needed a large piece of scorching sunlight to dry out the stuffy dampness in his heart, so that he would never be able to raise those emotions that he shouldn't have in his life.

He lowered his head and panted, staring at his toes.

The pair of shoes I am wearing now was bought by my mother when she saw his shoes were dirty when she passed by the commercial street on a rainy day last year when she took her out for dinner.

Tang Xingbei slowly closed his eyes.

Fang Lin looked at the mobile phone beside the tea tray.

It seems that He Miao sent a WeChat message, the screen was on for a few minutes, and then turned off automatically.

He stared at it for a long time, then reached out to pick it up.

Tang Xing Beixin was so big that he didn't even bother to set a lock screen password, so he entered the main page at one o'clock.

The screen is very empty, there are only a few isolated apps, and the background picture can be clearly seen.

It was a picture of a night scene on a mountain. The starry sky was beautiful and the tree shadows were far away. There was an inconspicuous figure in the corner of the picture, but Fang Lin recognized Tang Xingbei at a glance.

He was wearing a neat and handsome mountaineering suit, with long hands and long legs, and his half-short hair was messed up by the night wind in the mountains, revealing half a clear side face, smiling happily.

Fang Lin looked at it quietly for a while, then turned off the screen again and put it back on the desktop.

After a while, I picked up my phone and made a call.

"...Brother Zhen, it's me, Fang Lin.

The boy who came with me this morning... got lost, please bring a few people to look for him, it should be not far from here. "

Fang Lin paused, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "First...don't say I found it."

He hung up the phone, stared down at the ground for a while, then suddenly grabbed Tang Xingbei's cell phone, turned and went out the door.

Tang Xingbei wandered around aimlessly, taking a look at the surrounding scenery by the way.

He was restless, and there was nothing but blankness in his mind. He always subconsciously wondered how Fang Lin lived here in the past... Whether he had walked the road under his feet before.

Before I knew it, it was time for dinner.

Waking up early in the morning, Tang Xingbei didn't eat anything all morning except for a few quick mouthfuls of bread, and gradually became so hungry that he couldn't walk.

He smelled the aroma of the food coming from the snacks in Sha County, swallowed reluctantly, frowned, cursed in a low voice, and walked away quickly.

But these two streets are probably selling food and beverages, the streets are full of aromas, and Tang Xingbei is a bit road-crazy, so he couldn't get out after going around two or three times.

He was hot, sunburned and hungry, so angry that he didn't leave. He turned around and sat on the bench under the shade of a tree, sulking while holding his collar to cool off.

"Hey? Isn't this Tang...Tang Xingbei?" Someone behind him suddenly spoke.

Tang Xingbei frowned and turned around, seeing Liang Zhen passing by on a motorcycle.

He subconsciously glanced behind him... No one was there.

Can't tell whether it's disappointment or relief, ah: "It's me."

"Where's Lin Zi?" Liang Zhen raised his eyebrows, looked around, "He's not with you?"

Tang Xingbei quickly looked away, frowned, and hummed: "I... come out for a stroll."

Liang Zhen didn't seem to doubt him, and laughed: "Okay, people in the city have never seen a small place, it's normal to be fresh and fresh."

As he said, he parked the motorcycle in the parking space next to him, turned the key, turned around and picked a shop, and was about to go in. After walking two steps, he seemed to remember something, and looked back at him: "I forgot to ask." , have you eaten, little brother? Have a drink or two together?"

Tang Xingbei wanted to say no, but his stomach was very honest, and he swallowed: "...OK."

"Two bowls of mutton noodles! Two beers, one beef and one peanut, hurry up!"

"understood!"

After Liang Zhen finished ordering, he sat down at a table close to the big fan, facing the silent stares of everyone in the room. Tang Xingbei followed and sat opposite him.

Staring longingly at the back of the kitchen.

"Hungry?" Liang Zhen laughed, "I can't do Lin Zi, I finally brought a friend back and didn't even care about the food."

Hearing this name, Tang Xingbei paused quickly: "...No."

Liang Zhen glanced at him unexpectedly, rinsed his chopsticks, and asked after a long time: "Did you two quarrel?"

Tang Xingbei replied vaguely: "No."

His hair was blown up by the fan, he lowered his head and pulled out a set of disposable tableware, dawdling at the plastic film on it.

Liang Zhen clicked his tongue and didn't say anything. He was about to lift the hem of his clothes, but before he could move, his hand suddenly paused. He raised his head and smiled and asked, "Do you mind?"

Tang Xingbei?He sighed, glanced at him, and frowned: "I'm not that delicate."

Liang Zhen lifted up the hem of his clothes with one hand, and laughed hahaha: "Don't say it, I saw you walking with Linzi earlier, and I wondered why the young master of this family didn't have eyes for such a bastard."

Tang Xingbei was silent for a moment, scratched the plastic film with his fingertips, ripped it apart roughly, and said in a low voice after a while, "It's true that you don't have eyes."

"Your draft beer beef and peanuts! The noodles will be served later!" The boss hurriedly brought the things up, and got into the back kitchen again.

Liang Zhen didn't say any more, he raised his chopsticks and said, "Let's eat first."

Tang Xingbei didn't make a sound, took a few sips of beer, and took another bite of beef.

After swallowing cleanly, he hurriedly picked up the draft beer and took another sip, and asked in a low voice, "Did Fang Lin ask you to come find me?"

Liang Zhen didn't respond or refute, and after a while he said: "This kid really cares about you."

Tang Xingbei was silent for a moment, oh.

"To tell you the truth." Liang Zhen raised his eyes and looked him up and down with some interest, "That kid was so ruthless when he was not fully grown. I really didn't expect him to be interested in someone one day."

Tang Xingbei lowered his eyes and ferociously strung up a chopstick of peanuts: "Now the hair is not neat."

"Have you seen it?" Liang Zhen raised his eyebrows ambiguously.

Tang Xingbei was taken aback for a moment, then he came to his senses and looked up at him in shock.

Liang Zhen laughed haha ​​for a long time, then said slowly, "Anyway, I don't know why you two are arguing, and I'm too lazy to meddle in other matters..."

"Is your father Tang Feng?" He asked suddenly.

His turning point was so abrupt and direct, Tang Xingbei was stunned for a while before nodding, put down his chopsticks, and took a sip of beer with his head down.

"Two servings of mutton noodles! Both orders have been filled! Be careful it's hot!"

Liang Zhen took a sip of the soup, slammed his chopsticks, and mixed the noodles without raising his head: "Anyway, I kindly advise you, don't be affected by the things in your previous life."

Tang Xingbei paused, didn't raise his head, and continued to eat noodles slowly without making a sound.

It took a long time before he whispered: "Fang Linhe...what was he like before?"

Liang Zhen snorted, put down his chopsticks, and recalled: "Fang Lin...he was wild, wild and ruthless when he was young."

On the way back, Tang Xingbei digested for more than half an hour before he slowly put together Fang Linqian's life of more than ten years.

Living in a broken city since childhood, my mother is stubborn, indifferent and unreasonable, and there seems to be some mental problems, and my father is an out-and-out gambler.

"I remember... when he was in his teens, in the fifth and sixth grades of primary school, there was an idiot nicknamed Tiger in the town who fell in love with his mother, Chen Yun, and went to the store where she worked every day to harass her. Lost people's jobs. Fang Jianguo is a dog//Fucking cowardly thing and dare not even give a fart, so he is short of selling, selling his wife for glory... Hey, it should be this word, right?"

Tang Xingbei didn't make a sound.

Liang Zhen didn't even think about him talking to him, so he took a sip of his wine, clicked his tongue, and tapped the glass with his chopsticks: "Just this kid, ten years old, not as tall as a mallet, dares to hold a knife directly I rushed to the tiger's house without saying a word and forced people to start chopping it with a knife. It is said that half of the tiger's finger was almost cut off..."

……

"What happened next?" Tang Xingbei asked awkwardly.

"Later? What else can there be in this broken world... It's all places where people seek revenge and squat and fight."

Liang Zhen laughed, lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and puffed out the smoke ring: "But at that time, I happened to have a little holiday with Tiger, and I liked this kid, and I took him with me when I got together to fight or fight... …

Don't look at his young age, he is crazier than seventeen or eighteen year olds when fighting.And his brain is better than ordinary people, calm, able to endure and suffer, that's how the tiger was tricked into the game by him..."

Speaking of this, Liang Zhen also seemed to be a little veiled in fear, paused, and raised his hand to tap the cigarette ash: "Anyway, it's just been a few years. Dare to provoke him."

……

Tang Xingbei raised his eyes, followed Liang Zhenzhi's direction, found the house number, and went upstairs silently.

Knock on the door.

After two or three seconds, the door opened.

The two looked at each other in silence.

After a while, Fang Lin looked away, turned sideways, and let him in.

When changing shoes, Tang Xingbei casually glanced to the side.

Fang Lin's shoes were placed next to them, the soles were stained with muddy water, a little wet, so that there were water marks on the floor.

It should be out of the house, just returned not long ago.

Tang Xingbei looked away, untied his shoelaces slowly, without looking up, and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"...Hmm." Fang Lin responded, and it took him a long time to ask subtly, "What about you?"

Tang Xingbei stood up, passed him, and said, "It's not like you don't know if I eat or not."

Fang Lin paused, suddenly a little nervous, and looked at him.

Tang Xingbei didn't speak any more. He walked to the kitchen and took a look. The chopping board and the gas stove were clean, not even a trace of water stains.

His heart was weak, and he sighed silently, but when he turned around, his expression returned to calm: "Call for a takeaway, I was not full just now."

"……it is good."

Neither of them seemed to be in the mood, so they just ordered some boxed lunches.

While waiting for the takeaway, Fang Lin seemed to want to ask him something, but he never spoke.

Tang Xingbei was half lying on the sofa, flipping through his mobile phone with downcast eyes, and said in a low voice: "The past... It's not up to you to decide, forget it, let's talk about the future, let's deal with the matter here first .”

Fang Lin stared at him and slowly frowned.

Tang Xingbei didn't look up at his expression, so he didn't notice that he had diverted to another direction, and continued typing to reply to He Miao.

He didn't say a word, as indifferent as if he was a different person.

Fang Lin's heart cooled down inch by inch... Then, the dark trace of paranoia in his temper slowly surged.

The phone on the desk rang suddenly.

When Tang Xingbei raised his head, Fang Lin quickly lowered his eyes to cover up the expression in his eyes, calmly picked up the phone, and listened for a while: "...Understood, thank you."

"Has the takeaway arrived?" Tang Xingbei asked.

Fang Lin hummed, stood up, and when passing him, his footsteps suddenly paused, and he turned his head slowly: "If you don't want...to stay with me, you'd better leave now."

Tang Xingbei was distracted discussing with He Miao on WeChat about going to his house for dinner this Sunday, but he couldn't hear the obvious darkness in his tone for a while, and raised his head blankly, frowning?With a sound.

Fang Lin didn't say any more, turned around and went out the door.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Tang Xingbei later realized that there was something wrong in his tone, but after thinking about it carefully, there was nothing special about it, so he didn't think about it any more, and continued to flip through the phone.

The author has something to say: Fang Lin was not the one who took the sneak shot!It's fucking! !

Also... Fang Lin, you are finally about to wake up, woo woo woo!

Thank you Mr. Gu for the nutrient solution of Mr. Jiang, Ah Huang, Milk, and Venus in the eyes of art students~