Do not provoke

Fang Lin didn't answer, just took a low breath next to his ear, then squeezed his chin with one hand, biting his entire breath.

After just such a kiss, the two of them looked like they had a fight, and they were sweating in the midwinter weather.

One side of the shoulder was numb from his pressure, Tang Xingbei frowned, raised his leg and kicked: "...Get up, you are fucking dead."

He was a little tired, and his voice was clear and rustling, with laziness.

Fang Lin raised his head, looked down at him, but only moved away the arm that was pressing on his shoulder, turned to the side, and did not speak.

The hair on his neck that was raised by his movements was a little itchy. Tang Xingbei bent his legs, glanced at the messy sweater on his body, and then looked up at him for a moment, tut: "... …rogue."

Fang Lin narrowed his eyes quickly, and his gaze flooded into the dark light again.

Next, he let Tang Xingbei see what a real hooligan is.

Teenagers who are in their youth can't stand the tingling and provocation. A tick on the fingertips, or a wave of warmth caused by a hair sticking out of time, can make people unbearable.

It's obvious that the structure is the same everywhere, but Tang Xingbei's body is warmer and there are no messy old scars, but Fang Lin can't hold back his heartbeat when facing him.

While clasping the man's wrist, he lowered his eyes and stared carefully at Tang Xingbei's fast-breathing, frowning and tightly closed eyelashes, and the expression in his eyes became darker and darker.

……

In short, when it was over, Tang Xingbei was so tired that he didn't even want to move. The gray-blue sweater had been thrown aside at some point, and it was half-hanging pitifully on the corner of the bed.

He squinted his eyes, buried his face sideways in the quilt, and his breathing almost sank.

Fang Lin raised his hand to button the button, and glanced to the left.

Under the dim light, Tang Xingbei's back looked particularly white, the quilt around his waist was sunken, and the half-naked waist and abdomen had smooth and beautiful curves, just like his own feeling outside, cold and delicate.

Fang Lin still remembered the curved feel, tight and flexible, especially when it was folded backwards, the concave part seemed to be particularly resistant to pinching.

Probably because his gaze was too obviously wanton, Tang Xingbei didn't open his eyes, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Don't look, I don't care if I look at Shi Geng again."

His tone was lazy, full of laziness, Fang Lin raised his eyebrows, and continued buttoning his buttons slowly between his fingers: "Aren't you going to take a shower before going to bed?"

"Too lazy to move." Tang Xingbei frowned, lowered his head and buried himself in the quilt again, and said in a vague voice, "...tomorrow I'll just wash the sheets and quilt together."

Fang Lin stared at him, clicked his tongue, and smiled in a very low voice: "Although I don't mind, have you forgotten just now..."

He paused ambiguously, Tang Xingbei was dazed for a while, then suddenly got a jolt, sat up abruptly, and stared at him: "Fuck!"

Fang Lin kept laughing and looked at him teasingly, the indifference all over his body was melted away by this smile.

Tang Xingbei suddenly felt that his whole body was sticky, he frowned and jumped out of the bed, gritted his teeth and cursed that you fucking did it on purpose!Then he hurriedly grabbed a white T-shirt from the cabinet, turned around and went into the bathroom.

After the door was closed, Fang Lin stopped laughing, clicked his tongue, slowly raised his hand and continued to button the button, squinting his eyes to recall the feeling just now.

...very good, you can come a few more times.

When taking a shower, Tang Xingbei didn't even have the nerve to look carefully for any spots on his body... He just washed it a few times uncomfortably and rubbed it with shower gel, put on his clothes, and came out wiping his hair.

The heating in the room was sufficient, but it was still a bit cold in only a short sleeve. Tang Xingbei didn't like to blow dry his hair, so he wanted to go back to bed after drying his hair halfway.

The "dirty" sheets and duvet covers had been thrown in the corner, and they were replaced with clean ones, with Fang Lin's unique light smell.

Tang Xingbei got into the quilt comfortably, looked up and watched Fang Lin push the door in, holding the round pillow he had in the room before, squinting at himself, then took out a towel from the cabinet and threw it together Come over and say in a cold voice, "Dry your hair before going to bed."

"...Understood." Tang Xingbei took it with his hand, yawned, put it on the head, and slowly wiped his hair.

Fang Lin clicked his tongue and gave him a worried look before turning around and going into the bathroom.

It's not just Tang Xingbei, he tossed too much just now... he also got a lot on himself.

The warm yellow light from the desk lamp, mixed with the hazy sound of water in the bathroom, is quite hypnotic.

Tang Xingbei was already extremely sleepy, but he didn't know why he still didn't want to sleep. He looked towards the bathroom several times, and saw that Fang Lin would not be able to get out for a while, so he dawdly picked up his phone .

The news in the Q//Q group is about to explode, and everyone is chirping about happy new year.

But He Miao and Yu Zhao were the only ones who dared to send Tang Xingbei a separate message. He casually replied, then quit, opened WeChat, and hesitantly sent a happy new year to his grandma.

After about two or three minutes, the opposite party came back with a message: [Happy New Year, eat well. ]

Tang Xingbei smiled: [Understood, say hello to grandpa for me. ]

[Grandma]: Got it.

Only then did Tang Xingbei exit the chat interface, paused, and click on a profile picture that had been silent for a long time from the corner of the list.

[Mom]'s WeChat interface permanently stays on April [-]th in the first half of the year. On her birthday, Tang Xingbei sent the last sentence of happy birthday.

She just responded with an OK gesture.

There are very few chat records between the two of them, so few that if you scroll up a little bit, you can see the chat records of last year's Chinese New Year.

[Mom]: Happy New Year, Xiaobei

Followed by an expired red envelope.

... At that time, Tang Xingbei was hating the endless quarrels at home. When he saw this news, he only glanced coldly, put away his phone, and continued to play his own game.

Tang Xingbei came back to his senses, fell silent for a moment, and typed slowly.

[Not round]: Happy New Year, Mom

He looked at these words and paused.

[Not round]: I'm sorry

Sent successfully.

There were laughter and laughter outside the window, and the sound of water splashing in the bathroom.

He stared at these words silently for a long time, and it seemed that the invisible shackles in his heart were slowly disappearing.

The sound of water stopped.

Tang Xingbei breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could put his phone away, a new message suddenly popped up on the screen.

[Tang Feng]: I'm going back in two days and I'll take you to meet someone

[Not round]: Who is it?

Back there quickly.

[Tang Feng]: You'll know when we see you. Remember to tidy up well to make a good impression.

At this moment, Tang Xingbei instantly understood his vague hint.

His face suddenly turned pale, and he froze for a minute or two before frowning.

[Not round]: Who.

It took a long time for the other party to reply.

[Tang Feng]: ... an aunt

[Tang Feng]: It's over, don't say much, you should rest early

Tang Xingbei stared at the phone screen, his face slowly turned from white to blue, and finally turned into a sneer.

When Fang Lin came out of the shower, Tang Xingbei was already lying down, with his eyes closed, his chin buried in the quilt, only the wet top of his hair was exposed.

He paused, closed the curtains lightly, turned off the lights, and went to bed lightly.

The moment he lay down, he heard Tang Xingbei's voice, sober that he didn't feel sleepy, and said in a low voice, "Happy New Year."

Fang Lin was taken aback, and looked up at him: "Happy New Year... I thought you were asleep."

Tang Xingbei smiled, turned around, faced him sideways, and looked over quietly.

Fang Lin only paused for a moment, then slowly stretched out his arms and hugged him fully, put his left hand on his back, and gently squeezed it together.

"Good night."

"……Good night."

Tang Xingbei chose a comfortable posture, buried his face between his shoulders and neck, sighed silently, and closed his eyes.

It was in the evening of the second day of junior high that Tang Feng suddenly sent him a message: [Seven o'clock, Lan Yun, room A999. ]

Tang Xingbei didn't speak, just looked at it coldly for a while, turned off the screen, kicked on the chair, and slowly turned his fingertips on the edge of the phone.

Fang Lin just finished changing the kitten's cage, cleaned it up and entered the house, looked up and saw his expression, frowned, and closed the door: "What's wrong?"

Tang Xingbei raised his eyes, stared at him for a while, and then suddenly said: "Come with me somewhere."

It snowed in the morning, not too big, but it has not yet melted cleanly. When the wind blows over, a few snowflakes occasionally fall on the branches and leaves.

At the beginning of the new year, there are not many people on the street, but the atmosphere of the new year can be clearly felt from the red lanterns and red couplets on both sides.

There are also quite a few families in the restaurant who have made reservations for a dinner party, and the boxes are full of laughter from children and cheerful chats from adults.

But Tang Xingbei's body seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, it was obviously cold, and he silently followed the waiter up the stairs, so scared that the other party didn't dare to say a happy new year.

Fang Lin walked beside him and took a look.

Tang Xingbei did not explain.

After opening the door, Fang Lin suddenly understood when he saw Tang Feng and another unknown woman sitting in the box.

Obviously, the moment he saw him, Tang Feng was even more taken aback, his face was very ugly, even the usual smile disappeared, and he frowned and stared at Tang Xingbei for a long time.

The woman next to him was only in her thirties, with a pretty face. When she saw them, she was also a little surprised. Her eyes turned between the two of them in surprise. She probably didn't want to understand. How can a good son suddenly become two people? .

But Tang Feng is an old fox after all, he quickly covered up his momentary gaffe, put on a mask-like kind smile quickly, and raised his hand: "Sit down quickly, come out so late, is it cold?"

Tang Xingbei kicked the chair away, sat down, and smiled: "It's cold, I'm almost freezing to death."

After all, it was his own son. From this sentence, Tang Feng could hear his anger and refusal to cooperate today, his face changed slightly, and he quickly had a countermeasure in his heart.

He glanced reassuringly at the woman next to him, and unhurriedly rang the bell to call the waiter to serve the food.

"Please enjoy."

"Thank you."

After the people left, Tang Feng put on a false smile, poured his wine glass slightly, and said warmly: "Long time no see, come, let's have a drink first, Happy New Year."

The woman next to him brushed her hair and looked at him affectionately: "Happy New Year."

The two of them clinked glasses with seemingly affectionate smiles. They were about to take a sip when Tang Xingbei suddenly laughed, "Hey...no."

He bent his eyes, buckled the glass with his fingers, looked up at Tang Feng, gestured towards the woman, and said lazily, "I haven't introduced you yet, who is this?"

Tang Feng paused, then glanced at Fang Lin: "Just call me Aunt Wu..."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to smile and change the subject calmly: "By the way, you will be in your third year of high school this year, so you should work hard..."

Tang Xingbei clicked his tongue, squinted his eyes and interrupted him directly, and cut straight to the point: "Where are you going to go? Just go to bed or get married?"

Fang Lin glanced at him.

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