Do not provoke

Tang Xingbei's... Once upon a time.

After a pause, He Miao's expression suddenly became silent. After a long silence, she finally said, "What you want to ask is the rumor in the school."

Fang Lin didn't speak, but looked at him.

Tang Xingbei, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, was more indifferent than now, with thorns all over his body, and he couldn't allow anyone to get close to him, except He Miao who grew up with him.

He Miao's mother treated him very well, almost like half his own son. Although Tang Xingbei didn't say it, he firmly remembered it in his heart.

At that time, He Miao's parents hadn't divorced yet.

He Shan is almost a copy of Fang Jianguo, except that he has a weaker temper, and is proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.

He Miao's mother endured for several years, but she couldn't bear it anymore, and finally filed for divorce in frustration.

To lose such a hard-working money bag, He Shan was naturally unwilling, jumping and shouting angrily all over the world, and threatened the custody of his two sons, refusing to agree.

It was only through Tang Xingbei's fucking relationship that he found a reliable lawyer that he "reconciled".

In the end, He Shan didn't even get a dime, and in a fit of anger and anxiety, with a distorted mentality that I'm not comfortable and you don't even think about it, after getting drunk, he rushed straight to He Miao's school to prepare Make a big fuss and act like a fool.

But he didn't even start to make trouble, and bumped into Tang Xingbei directly.

It's ridiculous to say it, he is obviously a man in his 50s and [-]s, but every time he sees Tang Xingbei, he will feel a bit embarrassed and evasive towards this young boy.

Especially when his eyes were violent, and he snatched the broken wine bottle out of his hand steadily and accurately with a knife in his hand, and then smashed it on his leg indifferently.

He yelled and cursed, evil came from his guts, taking advantage of his unsuspecting, he ruthlessly stabbed Tang Xingbei's lower abdomen with the broken wine bottle.

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What happened next, Fang Lin already knew clearly.

He thought of the dark red flower on Tang Xingbei's waist and abdomen again.

Looking up at Tang Xingbei who was walking towards him, he frowned, and hurriedly said to He Miao, "Don't tell him what I asked you."

He Miao was stunned and let out an ah.

Fang Lin had already stepped forward, without even glancing at Liu Zhijin who was behind, looked at Tang Xingbei, and said in a low voice, "I'm hungry, let's go eat something."

"Ah?" Tang Xingbei was a little confused, looked up at the time, "It's only 07:30, I just finished eating late..."

Fang Lin frowned and interrupted him in a cold voice: "Will you go or not?"

"...Go." Tang Xingbei glared at him.

Both He Miao and Liu Zhijin were distracted in silence, not noticing the delicate atmosphere between them.

They didn't bother to change their clothes, they just put on their shirts and trousers, bypassed the backstage of the hall, and went out amidst the blasting modern dance music.

It's already October, and the wind at night is beginning to be called cool.

Almost everyone in the school went to the performance site, the campus was empty and very quiet, only the street lights were still bright.

Fang Lin walked to the entrance of the supermarket, hurriedly said "wait for me", and then only bought two bottles of water and came out.

Tang Xingbei took a bottle, still hesitating: "Hey, are you hungry..."

He received Fang Lin's squinting gaze, reacted quickly, shut his mouth, unscrewed the bottle cap, and took a sip with his head raised.

Fang Lin glanced at him, turned around and continued walking.

Tang Xingbei was half a step behind in embarrassment, hesitated for a moment, and followed behind.

The two walked quietly along the empty path beside the grove.

There are many tree shadows here, and it is the place where the dean usually squats and guards. Every time a dozen flashlights are used, a few panicked young couples can be seen.

Tang Xingbei still remembered the bulletin on the school board every month.

He was walking in silence, when he suddenly heard the person beside him say, "Congratulations, this simulation is No.1."

Tang Xingbei was taken aback for a moment, then quickly became complacent, and snorted: "It's too late."

Fang Lin was talking about a mock competition held by key schools in City A last month. He was probably in a good mood. Tang Xingbei did this set of questions very smoothly, and the English questions happened to be a little more difficult, so Very smoothly won the city No.1.

Fang Lin followed closely behind, taking the second place by one point, and the two of them steadily pulled away the No. 3 of the Guangming Middle School next door by more than ten points.

At that time, the school's post bar exploded, and they all cheered up and posted: "Student god is awesome!" !No. [-] in the world! ! !

The school leaders were also very happy. After they had been praised by the two of them for more than ten minutes, they suddenly remembered the warning that they were arrested for being late and climbing over the wall a few days ago. Hours.

The embarrassing expression of the person next to him was too obvious, Fang Lin glanced at him with a smile, and said in a low voice, "As long as your handwriting can be better, the title of No.1 will probably be shared equally with me."

Tang Xingbei clicked his tongue, and just about to speak, his eyes were suddenly dazzled by a dazzling light, and then he heard the director's stern voice mixed with excitement, and shouted loudly: "Who is secretly dating there! Hurry up!" Come out for me!!"

Tang Xingbei gritted his teeth and scolded Fuck, frowned and quickly turned his eyes away, using his hand to block the strong light of the flashlight.

He was about to turn his head to look at Fang Lin, but his wrist tightened suddenly, and then he heard Fang Lin whisper: "...run!"

Tang Xingbei was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously followed him and rushed forward.

Behind him was the dean's angry and anxious voice: "Stop, both of you! Which class are you from! How dare you gossip in school!!!"

Probably because he has been chasing people too much, the dean has already developed a pair of scuds, and his running speed is not at all like the speed he should have at an age when his hair is half-grey.

He kept cursing: "Little bastard! You run quite fast!!"

"...Don't be caught by me! Is it time to fall in love! Ah?! What do you look like hugging!!"

"You, you two! Stop for me!!!"

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Both of them felt vaguely ambiguous and guilty in their hearts, so that they couldn't react for a while: they are both boys, as long as they stand in front of the dean, they will not be noticed at all.

The boulevard was dimly lit, and the teaching director couldn't see the figures of the two clearly.

It wasn't until he saw the corner of a teaching building that Fang Lin hurriedly grabbed the person and hid inside. He frowned and took a quick breath, and took a few more sips of water before he came back to his senses.

The dean has already followed closely behind, chasing up from behind, ran to the place where the young couple disappeared, and turned around like headless flies three or four times, but did not see anyone, then turned around suspiciously and looked around, paying attention In the corner, the two with calm faces were stunned: "...Huh? Why are you two here? Where are those two?!"

Tang Xingbei calmly raised his head and took a sip of water. After the dryness in his throat was relieved, he pretended to be calm and said, "We... just came out from the show."

Fang Lin beside him also had a cold face, except that the tips of his hair were a little sweaty.

The teaching director knew that the two of them went to the art performance, after all, there were teachers in the school staff group who sent photos and so on.

He was panting while fanning the wind with his collar around his hand, his eyes turned suspiciously between the two of them: "Did you see a man and a woman passing by just now?"

Fang Lin said indifferently, "No."

"...All right." The dean didn't think too much about it. He just thought he had lost his footing. He frowned and held a flashlight in one hand. Just as he was about to leave, he turned around and glared at the two of them, "Don't wander around outside! Go back quickly. !"

Tang Xingbei let out a sigh: "Understood."

They silently breathed a sigh of relief when they turned the flashlight carefully and continued to chase him.

Then they began to look at each other belatedly and awkwardly.

Tang Xingbei quickly looked away again, and asked in a low voice: "What did he run away just now, he obviously couldn't find it."

Fang Lin looked at him and said in a low voice, "...Actually, I really hope he can find out something."

What he said was vague and ambiguous, Tang Xingbei froze for a moment, and raised his eyes.

Fang Lin had already looked away, as if he didn't realize that he seemed to be teasing him, he said calmly, "Let's go."

"...Oh." Tang Xingbei frowned.

Probably because of the camera and the live broadcast, the art performance of the attached high school has made a big impact on the junior high school in City A.

Among them, Tang Xing Beilin, who is responsible for his appearance and technology, is the most popular.

After knowing that these two bosses turned out to be the top two in the city-wide mock competition in city A, the welcome reached its peak.

The girls followed the vine and found the school post bar of the attached high school. Before they had time to secretly ask the two bosses if they had girlfriends, they were attracted by the hottest post that was always floating on the front page of the post bar.

"On the Authenticity of Fang Tang (Fang Lin Tang Xingbei)!"Get it! "

After entering curiously, the door opened suddenly, and the CP fan brigade grew stronger again.

However, the two involved were unaware of all this.

After entering the third year of high school, time seems to pass faster, and autumn has passed before they know it. It is not until the first snow falls that people realize that winter is already deep.

The time span of self-study in the morning and evening is getting bigger and bigger. The senior high school students stay in the classroom from dark to dark, and the answer cards of the test papers are like snowflakes. The teachers are also chasing after each other. Explaining the exercises.

After suffering like this, in a blink of an eye, it was the winter vacation of the third year of high school.

Since Grandpa Fang had a new funeral this year, according to the old rules, Fang Lin needed to go home for the New Year, which was regarded as a funeral.

Going home this time was different from the last emergency time. Fang Lin booked a high-speed rail ticket online.

Wrapped in a thick down jacket and wearing a fine-striped gray-blue plaid scarf, Tang Xingbei came to the high-speed rail station to see him off in the cold wind and snow of minus four or five degrees.

He said he was seeing him off, but Fang Lin didn't have many things, only a backpack and a small suitcase, and he carried them all in his own hands. Tang Xingbei sent a lonely hand with empty hands.

He touched the tip of his nose that was slightly red from the cold, and carefully looked at the time scale of the high-speed rail station. Fang Lin's train was half an hour later.

People without a ticket can't check in to enter the station, so Fang Lin didn't go to line up immediately, but dragged Tang Xing to a corner out of the wind, separated from the turbulent crowd, then looked down at him, and said in a low voice: "The refrigerator There are dumplings and glutinous rice balls...do you remember where the rice is placed?"

Tang Xingbei stared at him intently, and said vaguely, "I remember."

"You can order takeaway if you don't want to. Don't skip meals." Fang Lin looked back at the crowd in line, "I'll go back... a week, and I'll be back soon."

Tang Xingbei was still looking at him, keeping warm in his pockets: "...Oh."

The weather was so cold that half of his face was buried in the scarf, only his eyes and the bridge of his nose were exposed, and he was a little red from the cold.

Fang Lin knew that he was most afraid of the cold, so he frowned, took a breath, and suppressed the sour feeling in his heart: "Okay, I'm leaving, you... go back."

Tang Xingbei responded, and looked up at the timetable: "It's almost too late, you go to line up."

Fang Lin hummed, stared at him for the last time, stretched out his hand, and rubbed his thumb twice heavily at the corner of his eyes, then hurriedly retracted, turned and approached the crowd.

The moment he withdrew his hand, Tang Xingbei immediately felt the coldness from all directions, paused, held back, and gritted his teeth.

It was the peak season of Spring Festival travel, and there were many people at the high-speed rail station. Fang Lin was quickly submerged in the crowd, only a vague figure was revealed.

Tang Xingbei stared at his back without even daring to blink, until he passed the security check and entered the station, through the glass door, he exhaled slowly.

Fang Lin was probably looking for him too, and after passing through the security check, he quickly looked over here.

Across the overflowing crowd, Tang Xingbei met his eyes accurately, hesitated, and beckoned to him a little foolishly.

Fang Lin seemed to want to laugh, but he didn't. He just carried the suitcase and looked at him silently.

Among the rushing crowd, the two standing still seemed a bit out of place.

Tang Xingbei counted the timetable, and when he couldn't wait any longer, he gritted his teeth and took out his phone, clicked on the Fanglin dialog box in WeChat, and said in a low voice: "...It's time, let's go."

Fang Lin in the glass seemed to pause for a moment, picked up the phone, glanced at it, tapped it to his ear, and after a long while, he replied in a low voice: "Yes."

He took one last look at Tang Xingbei who was waving at him, and suddenly wanted to sigh.

The thought of "Go to hell, don't want to leave, what's the matter with love" rushed up uncontrollably, he suppressed it, lowered his eyes, moved his throat, pulled the suitcase and hurriedly turned into the crowd among.

The author has something to say: Come on! ! ! !

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