Do not provoke

Fang Lin only glanced at him and then looked back. He didn't speak, but the corners of his lips were slightly bent.

He quickly adjusted the tone, and a series of notes flowed out from his fingertips.

Tang Xingbei said: "The tone is not bad, try playing one?"

Fang Lin stretched out his hand to pull the chair over, sat down, and looked up at him: "What do you want to hear?"

"Whatever." Tang Xingbei leaned against the piano and took another sip of water.

Fang Lin didn't make a sound, thought for a while, lowered his eyes again, and raised his hand to drop a note very beautifully.

When the notes began to string together, Tang Xingbei was suddenly stunned, and the tips of his ears turned red.

His throat moved, as if he wanted to look back at Fang Lin, but he was a little apprehensive, so he held up the water bottle in one hand and stopped for a drink.

The next second, the door was suddenly pushed open.

He Miao barged in carelessly: "Oh fuck! I'm playing "Confession Night"! It's amazing how smooth it is!"

The sound of the piano stopped quickly, and Fang Lin raised his eyes coldly, staring at the three people standing outside the door.

Liu Zhijin was at the back and raised his head slightly.

Yu Zhao laughed awkwardly and scratched his hair: "Then what, I wanted to knock on the door...he moved too fast."

He Miao hadn't figured it out yet, so she murmured in a daze? ?He said: "What's the matter?"

No one paid any attention to him, Yu Zhao quickly changed the subject and said: "Then what, we brought all the things, let's discuss and decide on a song."

Tang Xingbei drank his saliva slowly, and said after a long time: "Do you have any ideas?"

Yu Zhao was very passionate: "After I went back, I searched for a lot of songs, but the mix and match of piano, harp, guitar and flute with vocals seems to be only suitable for some songs that are more ethnic."

He Miao immediately forgot what happened just now, and also interjected: "It's not bad to have a little more national style!"

Tang Xingbei frowned, turned to look at Fang Lin: "What do you think?"

Fang Lin didn't speak, but lowered his head and tapped twice on his phone: "I compiled a playlist last night and posted it in the group, you guys go and listen to it first."

For this performance, Yu Zhao specially made a small group for them, in a serious manner.

Tang Xingbei opened his eyes and saw that it was a song from a few little-known small bands, and the title of the song was also very catchy.He took out his earphones from his pocket and plugged them in, searched for a random song and listened to it.

The composition is good, unconventional and very pleasing to the ear, and the melody is also very suitable for these more tactful instruments.

Several people sat down one after another, listened to the song carefully, and finally settled on a song called "Waiting Fun".

After the tune was settled, they began to scrape the score.

This work was mainly done by Tang Xingbei and Fang Lin. They worked together until the evening before they came up with a rough outline.

It was getting dark, and they were all a little hungry, so they locked the door and went to a random restaurant outside the school to prepare for dinner.

With Yu Zhao and He Miao around, there is no need to worry about being lonely when there is no one to talk to during the meal. The two of them sing and talk together, as if talking about cross talk.

First, He Miaoming shamelessly showed off a wave of going out to drink milk tea with Zhou Nuan on Saturday, and then Yu Zhao complained about the bad things that the head teacher asked him to make watches during the holidays. Yingying and Cao Nima took off, very harmonious.

Tang Xingbei and Fang Lin usually don't like to talk, so they just sat aside, listening indifferently while eating.

It's not just them, Liu Zhijin didn't speak from the beginning to the end, as if he was distracted.

It was Yu Zhao who noticed him, and was about to ask what was wrong, when he suddenly remembered the discussion a few nights ago.

So he tentatively asked: "Uh...Second brother, why is there a hole in your chin? Did you touch it somewhere?"

Before Fang Lin came to the school, Liu Zhijin had always been Wannian's second child, and was jokingly called the second brother by the people in the class, and he hasn't changed his name until now.

Liu Zhijin didn't seem to have any major reaction, still lowered his head to eat, and only murmured: "It's okay."

Yu Zhao paused, and continued to probe: "Why do I always feel that you have injuries on your face and body, did you fight with me?"

"...No." Liu Zhijin paused.

Yu Zhao hesitated for a moment, and when he was about to ask again, Tang Xingbei said impatiently and coldly: "Okay, let's be direct."

Yu Zhao was taken aback, and looked up at him.

Liu Zhijin's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly paused.

They were located in a small box, and on weekend nights, not many students came over, only the children from the nearby residential building came to eat.

Tang Xingbei was just full, so he put down his chopsticks, leaned back, squinted his eyes and made no sound.

Fang Lin poured out a glass of fruit juice indifferently, and filled it up for him as well.

He Miao frowned at the side in bewilderment, jumped around, and asked blankly, "What? What's the matter? What's the matter?"

In the silence, Yu Zhao took a breath: "That's fine, then I'll ask."

He stared at Liu Zhijin, hesitated and whispered out the speculation that day, and kindly concealed the homosexual part.

He Miao was stunned for a while listening.

However, Liu Zhijin never opened his mouth. After he finished speaking, he neither admitted nor denied. After a long silence, he whispered: "You don't need to worry about it, thank you."

Yu Zhao suddenly became a little anxious: "Hey! Don't be like this! This matter can't be solved just by giving money! What if you keep being threatened until it affects the college entrance examination!"

"Who told you that I'm going to take the college entrance examination." Liu Zhijin suddenly raised his head, looked at him indifferently, and said in a calm and harsh tone, "I just want a high school diploma, and then go out to work to earn money, that's all."

He Miao was stunned: "But your grades are so good..."

"So what if your grades are good," he quickly interrupted He Miao, "Please don't be so kind, I have nothing to complain about, it's good."

After finishing speaking, he stood up, said goodbye in a hurry, and went straight out the door.

Liu Hemiao and Yu Zhao looked at each other in blank dismay.

Fang Lin didn't respond from the beginning to the end, as if he was listening to an irrelevant matter, or a boring Chinese question, drinking fruit juice in boredom.

Tang Xingbei yawned and stretched: "We're full, let's go."

On the way back, Yu Zhaoyi reversed his usual enthusiasm, frowned, and remained silent for a long time.

Tang Xingbei glanced at him, but said nothing.

This incident seemed to have hit Yu Zhao hard, and he was depressed for several days, and his mind was often distracted during rehearsals.

But compared to him, Liu Zhijin is very calm. He comes to the rehearsal room to practice carefully in the last section of self-study every night, and goes home alone after school. The previous dispute seems to have never happened, and he can even smile peacefully Say hello to Yu Zhao.

It seemed that Yu Zhao's embarrassment was too much.

After the rehearsal was over on Sunday night, when the people turned around and closed the door, Yu Zhaocai put down the guitar dejectedly: "What do you mean...what's going on with him?"

The boys from Hong Yang who came to the practice room to listen and play were also a little strange. They discussed a few words, but they couldn't figure out why.

Tang Xingbei didn't bother to pay attention to them, and glanced at Fang Lin: "Go back."

Fang Lin hummed.

The school's dormitory building was not far from the school gate, so He Miao met them again at the corner of the car shed, and went straight out of the school gate with her schoolbag on her back.

Yu Zhao followed behind the two of them, lost in thought, frowning and saying nothing.

Hong Yang and the others beside him were still talking loudly about going back to have a late-night snack, and having some fun with a small movie, laughing and joking.

When turning to the intersection back to the dormitory building, Yu Zhao raised his head inadvertently, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a thin figure, he quickly grabbed Tang Xingbei, and said in shock, "Look, Brother Bei!"

Tang Xingbei withdrew his arm, frowned and followed his gaze.

Hong Yang and the others also silenced, looking up curiously.

It was Liu Zhijin...and Huang Mao who was following him, the two walked one after the other.

Huang Mao seemed to be talking, and occasionally kicked him impatiently, looking at his lips as if he was cursing.

Tang Xingbei was not interested, he only glanced at it and then looked away. Just as he was about to turn around and walk away, Yu Zhao lowered his voice and said anxiously: "Let's follow too!"

After he finished speaking, he didn't even have time to wait for Tang Xingbei to refuse, and rushed up like a dog.

"Let's go too!" Director Zhao slapped his thigh and rushed forward.

Seeing a few people rushing forward in such a daze, Tang Xingbei gritted his teeth and cursed, frowned and glanced at Fang Lin. After all, he was still a little worried about what trouble Yu Zhao and the others would cause, so he had no choice but to keep up.

Fortunately, today is the Sunday of the gap week, and there is no door control for the evening self-study and minor repairs.

After Liu Zhijin and Huang Mao left the school gate, they got on a bus directly, looking in the direction that they were going back to Wuhe Lane.

They caught the next bus directly and followed.

When we got off the bus, it was already dark.

The unique mess of Wuhe Lane is very conspicuous. It stands messily at the corner of the bustling town. Looking from the intersection of the dilapidated bus station, you can see the dusty and flickering neon lights at a glance.

From far away, the roaring noise of locomotives and screams mixed with the barking of dogs came rushing towards us.

The few teenagers didn't notice it, carrying their schoolbags and headed straight to rush in.

"Wait." Fang Lin said suddenly.

Yu Zhao turned around: "What's the matter, Brother Lin?"

Fang Lin looked at the darkness at the entrance of the street, expressionless.

... This kind of living environment was the one he was most familiar with.

He didn't explain much, his shoulders sank, and the strap of the backpack had slipped to his wrist, he carried it, and said indifferently: "The schoolbag is unloaded."

Tang Xingbei glanced at him.

Although Yu Zhao and the others were confused, they followed him subconsciously.

They temporarily stored their schoolbags in a supermarket, Fang Lin stretched his wrists and said calmly, "Don't rush in after a while."

Several people immediately sensed an inexplicable sense of tension from this sentence, and nodded quickly: "Got it!"

Tang Xingbei put the phone in his pocket, turned to look at Yu Zhao: "Do you remember the address of Liu Zhijin's house?"

Yu Zhao was taken aback: "Remember."

"Lead the way."

A group of people followed the wider road on the left, turned around and entered the alley.

No. 55, Changjiang Street, Wuhe Lane.

The further you go in, the more dilapidated the surrounding buildings and houses, as if separated from the outside world, dusty electric poles stand next to the street lights, low buildings are next to each other, and there are stains everywhere. The feeling of the dilapidated old city street of the century.

The asphalt road was "painted" mottled and full of potholes, and only occasionally a van passed by on the road, arrogantly rushing past people.

The sneakers that Li Yong had just bought were suddenly stained by the dirty water he splashed. He cursed, raised his feet and glanced distressedly, and pulled out his sleeves to wipe them off: "This car is sick! Don't hide for a while!"

Several people had already begun to feel a little nervous, so they approached cautiously without answering.

Fang Lin didn't speak, just looked in with no expression, and followed Yu Zhao to continue walking into the block.

After crossing this empty tree-lined road and turning around the intersection, there are more shops on the street. Although most of them are hardware stores, barbecue shops and small grocery stores, there are still many people.

After sensing the familiar breath of life, several people breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu Zhao turned on his mobile phone to navigate, and led the people to continue walking inside.

When passing through an alley, there was a group of people laughing and yelling behind him. It was heard that they had just returned from drinking, and then someone suddenly shouted in surprise: "Fuck?! Tang Xingbei?!"

It's yellow hair.

There are a few red, yellow, blue and green hairs beside him. Judging from the head-to-face ratio against humanity, it should be the masterpiece of the same teacher Tony.

The masterpieces wore tight leather jackets that they thought were cool and cool in the hot weather, and they were smoking casually. Hearing this, they glanced at this side curiously, took a sip of the cigarette, and then looked at Huang Mao and asked at the top of his voice. : "What is north and south?"

Huang Mao gritted his teeth, and was about to say something when he suddenly paused and smiled apologetically, "...it's nothing, he's an idiot in school, he fights really hard."

Yu Zhao gritted his teeth, and was about to step forward to block Tang Xingbei from the back, when he pushed him away indifferently.

"Oh?" The red-haired man with a gold chain raised his eyebrows immediately, and looked these people up and down, "It looks like they're comparing food, and they're still fighting? Are you spanking?"

As he spoke, his eyes turned around Tang Xingbei and Fang Lin, and after a while, he curled his lips in disgust, and raised his chin at Yu Zhao and the others: "If you have any money, please borrow some."

Hong Yang shook his head cautiously: "No."

A group of colorful furs suddenly frowned, and laughed while puffing out smoke: "It doesn't matter if you say anything, just search for us."

Among them, except for Fang Lin and Tang Xingbei, everyone else was the kind who studied hard and made progress every day. They had never seen such a battle before, and they suddenly panicked.

Yu Zhao couldn't help but be thankful that he had saved his schoolbag before coming here... He paused, then raised his head and looked at Fang Lin.

The boss still had no expression on his face, looking at the people opposite as if he was looking at a group of clowns.

Huang Mao stared at Tang Xingbei fiercely from the beginning to the end.

He still remembered the time when he was hammered on the ground by this man without any backhand power, but this time it was different, this time he had a helper by his side, Huang Mao thought to himself, he would definitely be able to clean up this fucking dog up! !

Thinking of this, he was suddenly a little excited.

Just as he was about to vent his anger, he swears a few words, but the bastard narrowed his eyes, and said slowly and arrogantly, "Where are you looking at your father?"

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