Do not provoke

"What? You want to go back to your home for the New Year?" Grandma looked at him in surprise, "Why..."

Tang Xingbei paused, and smiled calmly: "I think you should be able to see why, and it's meaningless to talk about it. Anyway, it's not easy to get together at home once, so I won't ruin the atmosphere here."

After a while, grandma sighed and shook her head: "My sons and daughters are in debt to my sons and daughters, and I will never be able to escape until I die..."

She raised her head again, hesitated and said, "But you can celebrate the New Year by yourself, can you do it?"

"It's not just me," Tang Xingbei smiled, and lifted the backpack strap on his shoulders with his fingertips. "There's Fang Lin, too. He's with me."

Grandma was stunned for a moment: "It's a big Chinese New Year, how could he still..."

As she spoke, she suddenly paused.

Tang Xingbei didn't make a sound, but still looked at her with a persistent smile on the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were straightforward and clear, and grandma looked up at him in a daze.

I don't know which nerve was touched... She suddenly thought of a possibility, and with a shake of her hand, the warm handbag in her arms fell down, rolling to the ground.

Tang Xingbei frowned, looked down, bent down to pick it up, and handed it to her.

Grandma didn't respond, she didn't intend to pick it up, and just looked at him in shock.

Tang Xingbei didn't say much. He patted the dust with drooping eyes, put it back in her arms, took a breath, and smiled: "If you have nothing to do, I'll go back first."

He said, carrying the suitcase, turned around and was about to leave.

"...Wait." Grandma suddenly said, frowning, looking over.

Tang Xingbei paused, turned his head, and waited quietly for her to speak.

Grandma's voice trembled a little, she raised her eyes, her fingertips turned white: "You two, are you impulsive, or..."

"I've been thinking about it for a long time." Tang Xingbei interrupted her and whispered, "I'm serious."

Grandma's lips trembled a little, she stared at him, and then slowly said, "I want to ask you something."

"You say."

"...Fang Linhe, whose child is it?"

……

It was morning when I went out, and the sun was gradually rising, which was a bit dazzling.

Tang Xingbei stood where he was, with his eyes closed, recalling the disappointment and pain he saw clearly from his grandma's eyes just now...

She seemed to have aged a lot, she didn't speak, and she didn't look over.

The withered breath covered her white hair almost instantly.

Tang Xingbei was silent for a long time, opened his eyes, pulled up the suitcase, turned and left.

Grandma didn't even arrange a word and asked Uncle Li to see him off.

During the Chinese New Year, there were a lot fewer cars on the road. Tang Xingbei stood in the cold wind for a long time, freezing, and his legs were almost numb before he managed to get one.

It was already noon when he got home, and as soon as he saw the door carved with rose flowers, Tang Xingbei's originally heavy heart immediately warmed up a lot.

He breathed a sigh of relief, took out the key, opened the door and went in.

Fang Lin sent a WeChat message saying he would be home in the afternoon.

Thinking of this, Tang Xingbei's mood slowly rose. He pushed the suitcase into the corner with ease, took a breath of warm air into his palm, and went to the refrigerator to look through it.

They were all leftover sandwiches and bread, not even any fresh vegetables and meat, and there was no Chinese New Year atmosphere at all.

Tang Xingbei clicked his tongue and closed the refrigerator door smoothly.

...the New Year's atmosphere.

These two words, from the year Tang's mother discovered that Tang Feng had Bai Yueguang and his lovers, seemed to be a point of quarrel.

From then on, for Tang Xingbei, the Chinese New Year was just a restless time that he had to get through.

...but this year is different.

After five o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Lin finally arrived home.

Tang Xingbei sent him a message at noon, and began to sit on the sofa downstairs at three o'clock, playing games and waiting. It was not until the sky darkened and the night wind picked up that he finally saw a smoky gray figure from outside the door. .

His eyes lit up, his heart beat fast, he threw away the phone in a hurry, jumped off the sofa, kicked on his slippers, and went directly to open the door.

The deep winter wind whizzed through the hall and rushed towards him, causing his hair to rise up in a mess. The light blue woolen sweater couldn't keep out the cold wind and was bulging.

Tang Xingbei didn't notice it, his eyes were deep and bright, staring at the person who was walking towards him.

Fang Lin wore a short smoky gray down jacket and casual trousers, and pushed the suitcase with one hand, followed the reputation and squinted at him.

Probably after a day's driving, he looked a little tired, the corners of his eyes were light red from lack of rest, but his eyes were warm and gentle: "Long time no see."

Tang Xingbei stared at him for a while with his heart pounding, and only after a while did he come back to his senses. He opened his eyes and muttered something for a few days, and turned to let someone come in: "Did you not sleep well last night?"

"It's okay, but it's a bit late to drink." Fang Lin entered the door, and when he was about to push his luggage to the side, he suddenly saw Tang Xingbei's suitcase in the corner and paused.

Tang Xingbei turned around to pour hot water for him, while frowning, he asked, "Didn't you get on the bus at noon, why did it take you so long to arrive?"

Fang Lin looked away, and sighed helplessly: "Don't even look at what time it is, the high-speed rail for the Spring Festival has long been unable to buy temporary tickets."

Tang Xingbei looked at him in a daze as expected, "Then you are..."

"The first bus I catch early." Fang Lin took off his coat and went to the cloakroom at the entrance.

Tang Xingbei was "fortunate" to take a bus once when he accompanied Fang Lin to deal with his grandfather's funeral during the summer vacation.

He paused, looked up at Fang Lin.

Fang Lin didn't look back, but seemed to meet his gaze, and laughed softly: "Are you moved?"

Tang Xingbei didn't speak.

Probably because they were too tired after a day of tossing around, they just cooked some instant noodles for dinner and went upstairs.

Before entering the door, Fang Lin suddenly looked back at him, secretly: "Come here."

Tang Xingbei was taken aback, put his hand on the doorknob: "Huh?"

The wall lamps in the corridor were a bit dim, Fang Lin looked at him, with the corners of his mouth bent: "Let's discuss about going shopping tomorrow."

"...to buy something?" Although Tang Xingbei was a little puzzled, he obediently followed him into the house.

"Yeah." After people came in, Fang Lin closed the door, "According to the rules, we have to have a good New Year's Eve dinner... But there are only two of us, so we can buy whatever we want."

He put down his backpack gently, and looked back: "What do you want to eat?"

Tang Xingbei didn't have much experience in eating New Year's Eve dinner, so he kicked on the chair in confusion, thought for a long time, and hesitated: "Just... hot pot."

"Okay, then get up early and go shopping tomorrow." Fang Lin raised his eyebrows, "Fortunately, I came back today, and one day later, even the supermarket will be closed."

Tang Xingbei was taken aback, quickly lowered his gaze, went to the desk and sat down, cleared his throat: "...Have you taken care of your family affairs?"

"There should be no problem with Liang Zhen and the others," Fang Lin said.

He was silent for a moment: "Anyway, the people who came to express condolences don't want to see me, and it's just what they want to leave."

Tang Xingbei thought for a while: "Wait until the Chinese New Year, and offer incense sticks to Grandpa Fang."

"……Um."

After speaking, Fang Lin paused, raised his eyes hesitantly, and asked, "Where is your grandma..."

"It's nothing." Tang Xingbei looked away, took out a mint candy from the box on his desk, and lowered his head, "I'm accompanied by my uncle and the others."

"Oh." Fang Lin glanced at him.

Tang Xingbei was obviously absent-minded, but Fang Lin was not prepared to ask more questions about Tang's mother's house, his existence itself was a kind of original sin.

It was already late at night, but Tang Xingbei didn't want to go back to the room, so he held the chair with one hand and swayed from time to time.

Fang Lin seemed unaware, and asked, "Aren't you going to take a bath?"

"...Oh." Tang Xingbei was not very happy, he frowned and stood up.

Seeing him like this, Fang Lin gave a rare laugh, and said in a low voice, "Come here after taking a shower, and I'll show you something."

Tang Xingbei raised his head immediately: "What is it?"

"You'll know later." Fang Lin said, taking off his sweater with his back turned to him.

The cold and white figure with smooth waist and abdominal muscles was a little dazzling under the light. Tang Xingbei quickly retracted his gaze, landed on the lamp next to his desk in embarrassment, and stood up: "Then I... have to take a shower first."

Fang Lin hummed without looking back.

There was floor heating in the villa, and the air was very warm. Tang Xingbei didn't like drying his hair very much, so he only dried it halfway, put on his loose pajamas, and knocked on the door of Fanglin's room.

"It's not locked, let's go in." A voice came back from the room.

Tang Xingbei hesitated for a moment, opened the door and went in.

"You said you wanted to show it to me..." His eyes fixed on the ball on Fang Lin's desk, and he was shocked, "Fuck!"

Fang Lin looked back at him and smiled, "Be civilized."

"This fucking..." Tang Xingbei ignored it, and stepped forward in a daze, "Cat?"

Under the warm yellow light, a dirty little raccoon dog was lying tremblingly in a cardboard box covered by old towels. It was not long after birth, with only a gap in its eyes, and its body was covered in mud. Yes, she opened her mouth as if to yell, but it was hoarse and there was no sound.

Fang Lin said in a low voice: "I picked it up in the grass when I got off the car. It's the only one. It can't even bark. It's probably lost by its mother."

Tang Xingbei frowned and stared at it for a long while, then reached out and poked: "Little dumb?"

His long and thin fingers landed on the kitten, which made it look particularly white and slender. Fang Lin stared at it for a long time before blurting out: "It should be because it hasn't eaten for a long time, so it looks good if you raise it... just alright."

Tang Xingbei didn't notice his gaze, he just stroked the cat cautiously, and was vaguely happy when he came back to his senses: "It's pretty good."

He looked at it carefully and asked without raising his head: "Do you want to buy some cat litter and cat food by the way tomorrow?"

"……Um."

"Can I eat meat now?"

"I can't..." In order to prevent being noticed after staring too long, Fang Lin slowly staggered his eyes, and then landed on the bulge in his throat that was particularly clear when he turned his face sideways, and paused.

...Suddenly, I couldn't look away anymore.

Tang Xingbei was completely immersed in the novelty of the cihuamao, unaware of the change in his expression, he stretched out his hand and tentatively poked the tip of the kitten's tail, and saw it trembling, as if he had discovered some new continent Excitedly, I turned around and said, "Hey, look..."

He turned around so fast that Fang Lin's dark gaze fell directly into his eyes before he could hide it for a moment, and both of them were startled.

"..."

The kitten was lying on the inside of the cardboard box without thinking, whistling and whimpering.

Outside the window, there were passing cars honking, mixed with the winter wind, and there was a faint whining sound.

After all, it was Fang Lin who was more sanctimonious. He came back to his senses in a moment, and looked away coldly: "...it's getting late, go to sleep."

Tang Xingbei stared at him and said slowly.

but did not move.

He refused to cooperate to cover up, and Fang Lin didn't know how to deal with the aftermath, so he looked up at him hesitantly.

The two of them stared at each other in silence, and suddenly remembered last night... when Tang Xingbei called, he said with a faintly lonely nostalgia: "I... miss you a little bit."

This sentence was like a breaking point, and in just a moment, the transparent glass blocking between them spread like a spider web and shattered completely.

It's just that both of them deliberately hid it and didn't mention it again.

Fang Lin looked at him for a while, then sighed: "Go to sleep."

Tang Xing didn't speak this time, he pursed his lips and stared at him with a frown.

His fingers were still on the side of the box.

The white and thin knuckles contrasted sharply with the somewhat dirty box. Fang Lin took a look, his throat moved, and just about to look away, he suddenly heard him whisper, "I want to ask a question."

He paused for a moment, and then said coldly and firmly: "... I just felt something wrong."

Fang Linshang raised his eyes.

The two people looked at each other under the dim and blurred light, breathing very close together, with a sudden turbulent undercurrent.

It took about a long time before Fang Lin curled the corners of his mouth, squinted his eyes, and said in a low voice: "If I'm not wrong... probably not."

The author has something to say: too good at turning around! !Break the window paper for me! ! ! !

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