Do not provoke

The snow had stopped, and the sun was gradually breaking through the clouds, making it look warm in the sub-zero weather.

Tang Xingbei was stunned and turned his head to look at the aunt next to him who was chatting and sweeping the snow. He squinted his eyes and rubbed his chin into the scarf.

The weather was too cold, and there were no people on the bus platform. The snow was piled up shallowly, and only half of the red, faintly rusted station name was exposed.

Tang Xingbei didn't move until his feet were numb from the cold. He looked at the high-speed rail station behind him, then lowered his head and took out his mobile phone, and called a car to wait.

He lowered his eyes and flipped through his phone boredly.

He wavered his fingertips, hesitated, and clicked into WeChat again.

The short voice from Fang Lin hangs up quietly, with a short um.

But Tang Xingbei seemed to be possessed, so he clicked on and listened again.

After a while, he put down his phone, took a breath of cold air, closed his eyes deeply, and buried most of his face in it.

It didn't take long for the high-speed train from city A to arrive at the place in just over an hour.

After leaving the station, Fang Lin saw Liang Zhen's delivery van at a glance, walked over, and closed the window.

Liang Zhen lowered the car window and turned to look at him: "There are a few old computers that have been replaced in the trunk, and they will be sold to second-hand electrical appliances later. Put your suitcase next to the seat first."

Fang Lin didn't speak, opened the door to put things in, and closed the door after getting in the car.

Liang Zhen took a few glances at him in the car mirror while reversing the car, and suddenly said, "I thought..."

He paused.

"What." Fang Lin raised his eyes coldly.

Liang Zhen smiled and shrugged: "It's nothing, you didn't bring Tang Xingbei?"

Hearing this name, Fang Lin's expression seemed to soften a lot in an instant, which made Liang Zhen amazed.

He turned to look at the dilapidated city streets outside the car window, and said in a low voice, "...he can't run outside during the Chinese New Year."

Liang Zhen gave a thoughtful ooh, and asked again: "How many days are you going to stay?"

"A week." Fang Lin said.

"Okay, someday it's called Chuanzi, let's get together."

"Ah."

After entering the room and changing his shoes, Tang Xingbei stood at the door for a while, then untied his scarf, took off his coat, threw it on the sofa, and went to the kitchen to have a look.

The milk powder that the two of them went to the supermarket to buy a few days ago was still on the table. Fang Lin had just made two glasses last night, and frowned and said that it wasn't sweet enough.

He paused, walked over, poured a cup slowly, melted it with hot water, shook the cup, and took a sip.

Not sweet enough and tasteless.

He sighed, drank the milk in two gulps, turned around and opened the refrigerator, flipped through it, took out a piece of chocolate and threw it into his mouth.

It's not sweet either, so it's broken.

Tang Xingbei brushed his hair irritably, closed the refrigerator door, turned and went upstairs.

When he walked upstairs, he stopped in front of his door, turned his head and glanced at the room on the left, hesitated for a moment, opened the door and went in.

His unfinished test papers from last night were neatly stacked on the desktop, the black fountain pen was placed aside, and there was a glass in the upper right corner, as if the owner would open the door and come in at any time.

This made Tang Xingbei feel a little bit of comfort.

He stepped forward, picked up the test paper and glanced at it.

Fang Lin's handwriting is very beautiful, with the same clear and cold temperament as himself. Tang Xingbei still remembered that in the monthly exam, Lao Zhang was so angry that he was taken to the office to reprimand him, and he took Fang Lin's answer Ka shook his arms at him, and scolded him: "You have long hands just to look good, right? Ah?! Can you learn from Fang Lin! Can you write handsome characters if you are handsome?!"

At that time, he was distracted, but when he heard the name, he subconsciously returned to his senses, nodded in agreement and said, "Fang Lin is very handsome."

Immediately, the teachers in the room looked at him differently.

Old Zhang stared at him dumbfounded, and suddenly remembered some fan novel confiscated from the drawer of a girl in some class... It was written by Tang Xingbei and Fang Linlai, and he just glanced at it casually. At first glance, I only felt weird goosebumps all over my body.

At this moment, a thought suddenly popped up: Sure enough, his mother's hole is not leaking...

The dog downstairs was barking again, Tang Xingbei slowly regained his composure, put down the test paper, hesitated, turned and walked to Fang Lin's bed, and sat down.

After a while, he lay down again.

Fang Lin's unique, cool and unknown fragrance of washing powder lingered in his body immediately.

Tang Xingbei stared at the ceiling for a while, and suddenly felt that he was too hypocritical.

...Isn't it just going home for a few days, making it look like parting from life and death, crazy.

He frowned, took a breath, and took out his phone to forcefully divert his attention.

The calendar shows that it is already the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, and there are still four days before the Chinese New Year.

After Tang Feng said he was going on a business trip more than half a year ago, he never came back. He only sent a happy birthday and a red envelope of 18888 on his birthday.

Tang Xingbei didn't pick it up, and didn't reply to the message.

In his heart, he felt that he was already an orphan, and Tang Feng's existence had long been dispensable.

He sighed, clicked on He Miao's dialog box, and typed.

[Not round]: Are you at home?

Back there quickly.

[I can't pass the S big handstand and shit]: Yes!How to say Bei Ge! [Wang Chai]

[Not round]: ... What kind of stupid name do you have?

[Can't get into S University and shit upside down]: Hee hee hee Zhou Nuan made an appointment with me to go to S University together hee hee hee envy are you hee hee hee

[Not round]: oh

[Can't get into S University and shit on handstand]: Wait, what's your ID? !something

[Can't pass the S big handstand shit]: It's not round... um

[Can't get into S University and shit upside down]: Please allow me to make a bold guess...is it Fang? [very quiet beeping]

After more than ten seconds:

【Not round】:.

[Buyuan]: I'll go to your house in the evening, is it convenient?

He Miao was startled by his tacit attitude, and then he typed: convenient.

He paused, hesitated for a moment, and continued typing:

[Can't get into S University and shit upside down]: Well...you and Fang Lin, what do you say?

A long time passed.

[Not round]: It's almost what you think

[Can't get into S University and shit on handstand]: ...fuck

[Can't get into S University and shit on handstand]: Waiting for you, let's talk about it in detail

[Not round]: Yes.

It was the deep winter at the end of the new year, and even with sunshine it was still bitingly cold, so Tang Xingbei put on his coat and took a taxi to He Miao's house.

While waiting for the car, he was so cold that he couldn't help frowning, thinking that he would get a driver's license after the college entrance examination, so as not to waste the good cars in the garage.

When she opened the door and entered, Aunt Wang was very happy to see him: "Xiao Bei is here! Is it cold to death? Go drink some hot water to warm yourself up! He Miao——"

"Hey! It's upside down!!!" He Miao turned her head and yelled, and quickly handed over hot water, sighing, "My mother takes you closer than her own son."

Tang Xingbei rolled his eyes, took it and drank it all, went to the kitchen and put the two boxes of tea in the refrigerator: "Auntie, my grandma asked me to bring you two boxes of Biluochun a few days ago, I will put them in the refrigerator first Ah, don't forget to drink."

"This old lady!!" Aunt Wang smiled reproachfully, "I'm busy these days, I'll see her again in the next year!"

Tang Xingbei laughed, then turned around and followed He Miao into the living room.

He Yan was sitting on the sofa watching TV, when he saw him come in, he gave up his seat and raised his eyebrows: "Brother Xiao Bei is free to come today, isn't Fang Lin here?"

Tang Xingbei paused and glanced at him.

He Miao said carelessly, "Yeah, no one will cook for Brother Lin when he gets home."

With a congratulatory oh, he smiled and looked away.

"He Miao!! Where did the bag of shrimp in my refrigerator go!" He Miao's mother in the kitchen shouted anxiously, "Did you steal it?!"

He Miao hurriedly let out a hey, turned her head and walked to the kitchen: "Mom, am I a dog in your heart! Can I eat raw shrimp!"

……

After the people left, Tang Xingbei sighed, turned around and took off the scarf, hung it on the cloakroom, and sat down.

He Yan looked at him and smiled for a while.

"What are you laughing at?" Tang Xingbei frowned coldly.

He Yan was not afraid of him, he clicked his tongue and raised his eyebrows: "Someone who laughs is lovesick."

Tang Xingbei glanced at him coldly, but he didn't have any intention to refute, so he looked away again.

Congratulations was amazed. He was about to ask a question when he heard a ding dong from the phone on the table. He quickly picked it up and clicked on it.

After looking carefully, he cleared his throat and clicked on the voice button: "Then why don't you go to relax tomorrow? I just found a pretty good dessert shop. Let me treat you."

There was a few seconds before returning.

He probably refused, but the smiles in He Yan's eyes disappeared immediately, he frowned, and threw away the phone helplessly.

When he looked up, he met Tang Xingbei's thoughtful gaze.

He paused: "What's wrong?"

"Is it Zhou Nuan's brother?" Tang Xingbei hesitated and asked in a low voice, "The two of you...are quite a few years apart."

He Yan smiled indifferently: "Age is not a problem, let's catch up first."

He glanced at Tang Xingbei, and suddenly asked, "You and Fang Lin..."

"No." Tang Xingbei quickly interrupted him, frowning.

He Yan glanced at him, as if he didn't quite believe it, but he didn't ask: "Ah."

Probably because it was the end of the new year, Aunt Wang stocked up a lot of delicious food at home, and the meals she cooked were especially hearty.

Tang Xingbei was obviously not in a good mood and had no appetite, but he ate a big bowl of rice in a daze.

Aunt Wang looked at his pointed chin and felt very distressed: "The third year of high school is so tired... There is no one to take care of me at home, so why not stay at home at night! Let He Miao go and live in school."

He Miao almost choked on a mouthful of Coca-Cola chicken wings, and coughed for a long time: "...Fuck!!"

Aunt Wang stared, and slapped him on the back of the head: "Don't dare to swear! I can't beat you to death!"

"Hey, I got it, I got it!!" He Miao rubbed her head and sighed, "Mother."

Tang Xingbei curled his mouth: "No need, auntie, my friend and I live in school very well."

Aunt Wang was disappointed: "Okay, then let He Miao bring you meals every two days."

"it is good."

"Oh, that's right," Aunt Wang suddenly thought of something, and said, "Isn't the Chinese New Year coming soon? That Xiao Liu in your class works here. I want to send him a red envelope for the Chinese New Year. The child is alive and well." Accept, you two persuade him?"

Tang Xingbei continued to eat Jiwei shrimp without interest, and heard He Miao say: "Damn, he has that personality, it's not normal if he accepts it. So mom, don't give him money, he and his father are not outside the warehouse." Live in a rental house, you can give me a few thousand yuan another day, and I will buy some beef, mutton, milk supplements and so on, and it will be New Year's greetings."

He Miao's mother thought for a while, and immediately got up: "This idea is feasible, I'll take the money right away, and you and Xiaobei go to celebrate the New Year together!"

"Hey, let's eat first!!"

……

After lunch, He Miao took Tang Xingbei with 6000 yuan and went out, saying that they were going to buy gifts together.

As soon as the door was closed, He Miao frowned and asked in a low voice, "What's going on with you and Fang Lin?"

Tang Xingbei glanced at him unexpectedly, then narrowed his eyes: "...I thought you were going to forget about it."

"Could you fucking forget the nonsense!" He Miao finally managed to beep loudly in front of his face once, and stared confidently, "A good brother of mine bends when he says it, so why the hell am I going to reason it out!"

He yelled too loudly, people around looked over in surprise, Tang Xingbei glanced at him from the side: "Shut up."

He Miao quickly backed away, straining her ears and waiting for his answer.

"It's not...it's bent at will." Tang Xingbei frowned, stared down at the dirty snow that hadn't been cleaned under his feet, and gritted his teeth, "It's been...a long time."

The moment the voice just fell, a sultry and secret corner of the heart that was tightly sealed with dust seemed to be suddenly poured in by the wind mixed with cold snow. From the inside out, the whole heart became transparent in an instant.

"Fuck?!" He Miao was dumbfounded immediately, staring at him with wide eyes, and then said again after a while, "...fuck!"

After a while: "Hastily!!!!"

Tang Xingbei listened to his sloppy tossing, without making a sound, and walked forward in silence.

He Miao frowned and stood for a while, then raised his heels, gritted his teeth and asked, "...What does Fang Lin think of you?"

Tang Xingbei didn't raise his head, and said vaguely, "It's about the same."

"Ah," He Miao heaved a sigh of relief, scratching his head, "It's okay."

Tang Xingbei glanced at him.

He Miao seemed to know what he wanted to ask, scratched his head, and said hesitantly: "How should I put it... I think you two are the same kind of cold-hearted people at first glance, don't talk about chasing after him. But the kind that will be stabbed to death by random knives when you get close... If you are the only one who is thinking about it, it will be too difficult."

Probably because he hasn't fully realized what he said, his words are messed up, and the metaphors are also clear and unreasonable...but there is no shock or disgust at all.

Tang Xingbei looked at him in silence for a while, then patted him on the shoulder after a while, and took a breath: "Thank you."

He Miao was at a loss, and continued to scratch her head: "Um...you're welcome?"

After buying a bunch of things, the two took a taxi to the store's warehouse.

After getting out of the car with his things, Tang Xingbei didn't go in any further, he stuffed all the things in his hand to He Miao, and frowned: "Go in by yourself, I'll wait for you here."

He Miao is strange?One: "Why? This is almost at the door."

"Too lazy to go in." Tang Xingbei squinted his eyes, "And... someone knows that he will be angry."

He Miao reacted for a long time, then suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, and she immediately stared with sourness and hatred: "...fuck, it's too much!"

The author has something to say: Thank you Karen for the bazooka ~ Thank you for cuckolding Luo Yi, Lujiang is just a landmine for chasing tools ~ Thank you ANG, Yanyou, for sitting and waiting together! , Mr. Gu's Mr. Jiang's Nutrient Solution ~Refill~