Do not provoke

The crowd was noisy, the snacks on both sides of the street reflected under the lights seemed to have hot flashes of white mist, and the night wind was cold.

The two were submerged in the crowd, wandering aimlessly with the flow of people, occasionally bowing their heads and chatting casually.

When looking at each other inadvertently, you can see a soft and undercurrent smile in each other's eyes.

Tang Xingbei felt very comfortable, narrowed his eyes, and sighed.

Walking and eating, they kept shopping until after nine o'clock, and the two were ready to go out of the alley and take a taxi home.

Just after turning around an intersection, Fang Lin suddenly paused, stretched out his hand to stop the person, lifted his chin to the front left under Tang Xingbei's inexplicable gaze, and said in a low voice, "Look over there."

Tang Xingbei looked in the direction he indicated.

Not far away, under the warm yellow light, two figures who were very close could be vaguely seen, one of whom was very familiar to Tang Xingbei.

He Yan probably didn't expect to meet them here, he was stunned for a moment, and smiled: "What a coincidence."

Zhou Youxun, who was standing next to him, looked over and seemed to raise his eyebrows when he saw the two of them. He turned around without speaking, walked a little further and continued to make a phone call.

When it was confirmed that no one could hear the movement here, He Yan looked away, smiled ambiguously, and asked peacefully: "What about the date?"

Tang Xingbei was startled, but only frowned, and did not deny it, and asked in a low voice, "Your brother, do they know about... your business?"

"What's the matter?" He Yan lowered his eyes, "Is it about homosexuality?"

Although he is young, he is much more mature and rational than his brother... At least Tang Xingbei thought so before.

He Yan noticed his momentary silence, shrugged his shoulders irresponsibly, took out a cigarette from his pocket, bit it, lit it, exhaled the smoke ring, and took it off with his fingertips: "...I will Will tell them."

Tang Xingbei didn't say any more, just nodded, pulled Xia Lin's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

"Yeah." Fang Lin had no interest in other people's affairs.

The night wind was fierce in the middle of winter, He Yan watched them get into the car, and smiled slowly.

"Leaving?" Zhou You didn't know when he had come back, so he asked casually.

He Yan hummed, then paused: "Have you finished dealing with the matter?"

Zhou You hummed lazily: "Let's go, kid, don't make trouble after buying hot pot."

Congratulations quickly frowned: "Don't call me a kid."

Zhou You responded nonchalantly, yawned, turned around and walked deep into the alley.

Looking at his idle back, He Yan sighed.

When they got home, opened the door and went upstairs, Tang Xingbei suddenly opened his mouth, struggling very much: "Tell me, will their family agree with the congratulatory message?"

Fang Lin looked back at him, squinted: "I don't know."

There was no expression on his face, and his tone was indifferent: "I just know that if you mention this person again, I might not agree."

Tang Xingbei paused suddenly, glanced at him, said nothing, turned and went into the room to look at the cat.

After a while, Fang Lin heard him laugh inexplicably.

After the Chinese New Year, the last winter vacation in high school seems to go by a little faster.

The homework that was handed out before was not done in one subject, and the two of them didn't dare to waste time. They spent the last few days making up the test papers from eight to nine.

Some people in the class began to bubble up, yelling in grief and anger that they couldn't solve the math problem and the physics problem, and asked God for help.

Among them, Liu Zhijin's answer is the most circulated.

After visiting him a year ago, He Miao quickly became familiar with him, and occasionally took Yu Zhao and the others together, making appointments to go out for dinner or something.

Tang Xingbei didn't ask, but he probably knew that this person probably started to try to crawl out of the mud.

The sunshine outside the window was just right, and birds fell on the dead branches, chirping.

Tang Xingbei yawned, turned on his phone, and flipped through the class group.

[Yu Zhao]: Please! ! !Labeled 23 sets of methods for solving the last multiple-choice questions in mathematics! ! !

[Zhou Nuan]: Same request

[Li Yong]: plus one

[Liu Zhijin]: Please...

[Zhang He]: Damn my second brother begged for it!It seems that this question is difficult enough

[Li Yong]: ...So, the second brother doesn't know how, who else can I ask [Crazy Hint]_(:з」∠)_

[Hong Yang]: cough cough

【Zhou Nuan】: cough cough

……

A group of people swiped a row of "cough cough" tacitly.

When I had been scrolling through dozens of entries, two lines of words suddenly burst out neatly at the bottom.

[Tang Xingbei]: The answers to this question are all wrong.

[Fang Lin]: The answer is wrong.

The two big bosses erupted at the same time, not only the people in the group were shocked, but even the big bosses who were doing their homework in their rooms were stunned for a while.

There was an eerie silence in the class, and then the screen frantically swiped:

[Zhang He]: Group photo! ! !

[Li Yong]: Group photo

[Zhou Nuan]: I beg God to expose the method of solving the problem and the correct answer!

【Liu Zhijin】: [Thanksgiving.jpg]

……

Tang Xingbei flipped through the draft paper, found the solution to this problem, took a photo and sent it.

At the same time, Fang Lin also sent one.

Tang Xingbei clicked on his answer and took a look. It was a different way of solving the problem than his own, but the result was the same.

He clicked his tongue, and was about to quit the group chat, when another message popped up.

[Fang Lin]: [roses]

"..." Tang Xingbei, "???"

Not only him, but the students in the class were also stunned. For a moment, the chat screen was empty, and no one dared to speak a word, and they were as quiet as a chicken tacitly.

Tang Xingbei hesitated for a moment, then clicked on the small expression.

[Tang Xingbei]: [Rose Flowers]

After clicking send, he quickly backed out, threw the phone aside without looking at the phone again, turned to his pen as if nothing had happened, and continued to do his chemistry problems with his head down.

After a long time, he cleared his throat again.

Before he knew it, the class had already exploded.

[Sloppy! ! ! ! ! ! 】

[I got it! 】

[Sending flowers to each other hahahahaha is booming and in a trance! 】

[Ha, new year and new atmosphere, roses are just a way for big bosses to say hello [Lighting Cigarettes.jpg]]

[...A silent question, what's the matter with sending flowers? [scratches head]]

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' ! 】

[Hahaha the straight man upstairs asks a question]

……

And where they don't even know, the screenshots of the CP hot posts on Tieba are also updated in time.

The landlord is crazy excited: the first candy in the new year! ! !Sit neatly and kowtow slowly! ! !

CP fans came here after thinking about it, and the comments were lively for a while.

After a while, someone suddenly said from the bottom that on the second day of junior high school, I saw two little brothers holding hands on a date in the snack street, who looked like the two of them, but they couldn't see clearly at night, so I just secretly took a photo of their back.

Then he put the photo up amidst the booing.

This man wasn't lying, the photo was indeed very unclear, only the outlines of the two boys could be seen vaguely, the taller one was smiling and bowing his head and talking to the people around him, looking unusually harmonious.

--Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo !

--It's so sweet...I hope Fangtang can be like them in the future...

--Hahaha, this beautiful back of the head is really similar to Tang Xingbei, the little brother must be very healthy

--...Wait, look, is the tall boy wearing a red string around his neck? !

--Fuck, there really is! !Are there not many people wearing red strings this year? !

--The red rope is really grass!Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! ! !

--Leader, you're afraid you didn't get the real thing! !

-- This profile really looks like Fang Lin...

--Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!

--Hold!I really want to steal Tang Xingbei's wardrobe!

-Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, if it's true, I'm crazy

……

Tang Xingbei didn't know how the bloody storm developed outside. He only knew that when he finished the last test paper, his hands were so stiff that he could barely write.

He let out a long breath, put away the pen, packed up his things, frowned and moved his wrist twice before he was about to pick up his phone to check the time.

10: 30.

It's okay, I finish my homework today, and I can take a final rest in the next two days.

Tang Xingbei plucked his hair twice, and was about to turn off the phone when there seemed to be new news on the top of the screen.

He opened his eyes.

[Tang Feng]: What did you do? !

Tang Xingbei frowned, what?

He and Tang Feng had almost lost contact since the day Tang's mother passed away.

[Tang Feng]: Did you post those photos? !

[Tang Feng]: Are you deliberately not wanting to make me feel better? !How can I hold my head up in my old home in the future!

[Tang Feng]: Since you are such a white-eyed wolf, don't blame me for not talking about father-son relationship

Tang Xingbei watched his messages pop up one by one, he was a little dazed at first, but when he saw the last sentence, he couldn't help laughing angrily, bowed his head and typed.

[Not round]: Three keys for ten yuan.

[Tang Feng]:?

[Tang Feng]: What charades are you playing again!What do you want to do again!

[Tang Feng]: Let me tell you, if you dare to send those photos to our village committee, I guarantee that your classmates will know about your homosexuality!

Although Tang Xingbei didn't feel anything about his last threat, his heart was chilled by the ferocious face in his tone, and the last trace of blood and family affection in his heart was gradually cooled.

[Not round]: Please feel free.

The other party did not reply.

Tang Xingbei put away his phone in silence, sat for a while, got up and went out.

Hearing the knock on the door, Fang Lin didn't lift his head: "Come in."

Tang Xingbei entered the room, and asked straight to the point: "Did you send Tang Feng something?"

Fang Lin raised his eyes and frowned: "Huh?"

Tang Xingbei stared at him for a while, then looked away, and slowly recalled: "...that's weird, who wants to mess with him?"

Fang Lin asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

"Oh... just now he sent a message out of nowhere and scolded me, insisting that I hurt him." Tang Xingbei walked to him and sat down, "It seems that someone sent a message to his previous village committee. Something bad."

As he spoke, he looked over suspiciously again: "It's really not you?"

Fang Lin casually said, "Do you believe me?"

Tang Xingbei looked at him for a while, then looked away, and shook his head: "I don't believe it... You don't have any serious hatred with him, so it's impossible."

As he spoke, he smiled again: "But I'm quite relieved..."

"Tang Feng came out of the village on his own strength. Every time he went back, he was arrogant. He drove the most luxurious car and brought three or four secretaries. His tail was pouting. Let people smell it." Tang Xingbei clicked his tongue in disgust, "Annoying him."

Fang Lin laughed at his metaphor for a while, then got up, and poured him a glass of water: "It's a pity that you don't write some satirical literature."

Tang Xingbei took it, took a sip, and squinted his eyes: "But what did he say, if he finds that person posting photos again, we will expose the matter of the two of us."

Fang Lin raised his eyes and narrowed his eyes: "...what's the matter with us?"

Probably because he didn't expect his focus to be so crooked, Tang Xingbei was taken aback, looked over, and whispered hesitantly, "Aren't we two... in a relationship?"

The author has something to say: Thank you Yang Wanan, the inevitable landmine~Thank you do., HJH, the story is so fake and no one can believe it, Su Shiyu's little wife, Cheng Yuzhong, Qin Chuan'er for the nutrient solution that followed me~