you have to talk to me
Chapter 10 Liars
Hearing Feng Jimeng said that he wanted to borrow it, Yang Fan scratched the back of his head.
He understands that this little bastard got into a fight, especially when he was injured and dared not go home.If he went home like this, he would inevitably be beaten severely for the second time.Besides, just saying "Teacher Yang", he couldn't just blow people away like that.
"Does your family let you stay out overnight?"
Feng Jimeng lowered her head and gave a "hmm".
"That's all right, you call home, don't worry your family."
Actually, there is no one in Feng Jimeng's family now.
The nanny has two days off in January, and she chooses a weekend because her son can go home on Sunday.Originally, she wanted two Sundays, but He Xianglan found it troublesome and asked her to sleep continuously.It was Friday, and she left at 05:30 in the afternoon, and sent a message to Feng Ji, saying that all the food was in the refrigerator.
Feng Jimeng doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but the house is so big that a cold threat emerges from the air.He had tried to persuade his mother to move to the center of the city and live in a smaller house.But he was scolded all the time, scolding him for being a poor man born out of a nest of gold and silver.
He Xianglan guarded the big villa, like a down-and-out nobleman guarding a lifeless castle, clinging to some kind of boring dignity.As time went by, even people grew into the house, becoming moss growing in dark corners where no one was seen.
Feng Jimeng took out her phone and pretended to send a message to her family.
"said."
Yang Fan nodded his chin: "Have you had dinner yet?"
Feng Jimeng lowered her head.
Yang Fan didn't say much, got up and went to the kitchen, and asked after a while, "Do you eat spicy food?"
Feng Jimeng nodded.
A bowl of dumplings, not the kind of quick-frozen dumplings in the supermarket, they should be made by themselves, all of them are thin and plump.Red chili oil and a pinch of chopped green onion floated on the bowl of noodles, and the aroma is tangy.
Feng Jimeng stared at the dumplings and swallowed.
"Eat, what are you doing in a daze."
When Yang Fan spoke, Feng Jimeng took a look at him, grabbed the chopsticks, ate while blowing, and drank soup from time to time.
Seeing Feng Jimeng's pale face gradually turning red, Yang Fan smoked a cigarette, lit it up, took a deep breath, propped his head and asked, "Why didn't you call someone?"
Feng Jimeng raised his eyes, a little confused.
"I mean why didn't you shout 'help' when you were beaten just now. That alley is sandwiched between two streets, both sides are main streets, there are shops at the entrance of both alleys, and the alley is next to the back door of a residential area. There are people coming at every sound, so it is not possible to be beaten like this."
Feng Jimeng raised his eyelids and looked at Yang Fan, but didn't answer, and buried his head in the bowl again.From this angle, Yang Fan saw the band-aid on his forehead.
I just told him to take a bath carefully and don't take off the bandages. I'm afraid this kid has too many holes in his ears, so he may leak as much as he listens. .Yang Fan applied three or four more random stickers to stop the bleeding.
"I know what you're thinking. Do you think it's not cool to be cowardly after calling for help? You have to carry it and keep silent to be tough enough? You're called a head iron. To put it bluntly, you're an idiot."
"You idiot high school students, you all have iron heads, brains made of tofu."
The dumplings cooled down, just in time to eat, Feng Jimeng took a bite.Pork and celery stuffing, more meat and less vegetables, he chewed the meaty flavor.
He didn't call for help just because he wasn't used to asking for help, and he didn't like to yell, so he didn't think about it when he was beaten.But he didn't bother to explain to Yang Fan, and let him teach without saying a word.
Seeing that Feng Jimeng didn't speak out to refute, Yang Fan consciously got the point, quite proud of someone who has experienced it.Once a person becomes smug, he can't help being mean again.
"Do you know why you were beaten?"
Feng Jimeng puffed out his cheeks and chewed so much, he didn't have time to answer Yang Fan, so he looked up at him again.
"It's just like you, your hair, ah, and the string of chickens and dogs on your ears, you will be beaten when you look at it. And your dog-like temper, which is worth two to five or eighty thousand, has only been suffered since the beginning of school. It's already very surprising to be beaten."
Feng Jimeng drank the last mouthful of dumpling soup, wiped his mouth, and said to Yang Fan, "Mr. Yang must have fought a lot when he was in school."
"Hmm!" Yang Fan raised his chin, not ashamed, but proud.
"Didn't anyone tell you to just keep your mouth shut?" After Feng Jimeng finished speaking, she took the empty bowl and went to the kitchen.
Yang Fan sat at the table, listening to the sound of running water in the kitchen, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared, and the veins on his forehead danced.
The wolf-hearted thing, so quickly forgot who picked him up and who gave him hot food.
Feng Jimeng came out after washing the dishes, and said, "I'll just sleep on the sofa."
"There is a bed for you to sleep in." Yang Fan thought for a while, and then explained, "I live with my grandma, and I'm afraid she'll be frightened when she wakes up in the middle of the night and finds that there are more people in the living room."
"Oh."
"Come in and help make the bed."
The third room was apparently unoccupied. There was nothing but a bed, but it was kept clean.Yang Fan carried the quilt and pillow, and asked Feng Jimeng to help pinch the corner of the quilt, while he was shaking at the other end.
"How did you provoke those three people?" Yang Fan asked.
Feng Jimeng shook her head with a blank expression.
"I don't even know how you ended up with a grudge. You're living a good life. You want to become a fairy."
Feng Jimeng really doesn't know.He knew that the trigger was his punching Zhang Teng, but he had no idea why that man came to talk to him and trouble him.He didn't feel like he had provoked them.
"The bed is made, you can go to sleep." After speaking, Yang Fan went out and closed the door for Feng Jimeng.
Feng Jimeng relaxed and sat on the bed. Just as he was about to take off his shoes and lie down on the bed, the door opened again, and Feng Jimeng stood up immediately.
Yang Fan took a cup of hot milk and a bottle of homemade medicinal wine.He put the medicinal wine on the windowsill, and handed the hot milk to Feng Jimeng: "Drink it."
"Medicated wine promotes blood circulation and removes blood stasis, you can watch it and wipe it off yourself, go to bed early."
Yang Fan took the empty milk cup away, and this time he also closed the door behind him.
Feng Jimeng stood there for a while, and then lay down on the bed again when he heard Yang Fan enter his own room next door.He didn't apply medicinal wine, just opened the lid and smelled a pungent smell, the wine is also dark brown, he was afraid that it would stain other people's clothes and sheets.
He lay down on the bed, turned off the lights, stared at the dark ceiling, and was digesting all kinds of unexpected things that happened tonight, when the phone vibrated.
Fish from Other Hills: Are you already asleep?
Door: I haven't slept yet, I just lay down on the bed.
Fish from Other Hills: You haven't slept so late, are you waiting for me?
Feng Jimeng: ...
Feng Jimeng felt a little strange, it was so weird.Just now Yang Fan taught him a lesson, owed him a few words, before he left his room, turned around and sent him such a message.Although Yang Fan didn't know, Feng Jimeng didn't quite get used to it.
In the past, Yang Fan and the fish from other mountains were at least separated by a distance, there was no such a seamless switch, and Feng Jimeng was given time to separate them, but today, he couldn't react, it was like Yang Fan's words. Speak to him face to face.
Men: No, something happened today, so it was too late.
Yang Fan next door leaned against the head of the bed, holding a cigarette between his fingers, and frowned at this reply.From time to time, he would have doubts about the orientation of this "door", and sometimes he really felt that the other party was a straight man, and he had never met such a confused little gay.Or the other party is actually quite high in emotional intelligence, and always changes the subject quietly, and puts his ambiguous teasing back to the ordinary position all at once.
Fish from Other Hills: What happened?
Men: The colleague who beat me up last time is bothering me today.
Fish from Other Hills: How did you find it?
Gate: There was a fight.
Fish from Other Hills: Beaten?
Door: Yes.
Yang Fan put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and switched to typing with his right hand.
Fish from Other Hills: You give me his name and phone number.
Door: What are you doing?
Fish from Other Mountains: Of course he beat him up.
Feng Jimeng couldn't believe her eyes. Just now, Yang Fan was eloquently educating him. Why did he turn his head around? This person is like this, and co-authored "Stupid", "Iron Head" and "Tofu Dregs" are all summed up from his own experience ?
Door:……
Fish from Other Mountains: Are you not angry when you get beaten?
Door: I am not angry now.
Fish from Other Hills: I'm angry.Give me the information about that idiot, and I promise not to betray you.
Fish from Other Mountains: I don’t want to inquire about you, okay?
Door: No, I'm fine.
Fish from Other Mountains: Still worried that I will inquire about you, so you don't trust me?
It's not a question of asking or not, Feng Jimeng can't say a word at all.
Gate: No, I hate trouble.
Fish from Other Mountains: You still don't trust me.
Feng Jimeng was a little helpless and didn't know how to answer, so she looked at the dialog box and became silent.Does he want to just say goodnight and end this topic, he is staying here today, and he really doesn't want to chat with him that much.
Fish from Other Mountains: Forget it, I won’t force you.
Door: Yes.
Fish from Other Mountains: Does the place where you beat it hurt?
These words seemed to remind Feng Jimeng, the bruise on his body and the wound on his forehead started to hurt as if he had been woken up suddenly.But he dared not speak the truth again.
Men: It doesn't hurt very much.
Fish from Other Hills: Show me.
Fish from Other Hills: Where You Get Beaten.
Feng Jimeng hesitated.
Fish from other mountains: If you really don't want to, forget it.
Feng Jimeng had no choice but to get up and turn on the light, pointed the camera at himself, found a not-so-serious blue mark on his stomach all over his body and took a photo, replaced the background of the photo, and sent it to him.
Fish from Other Mountains: Do you want to consider changing jobs?It is inevitable for a company to have conflicts again. Look at your skinny skin and tender flesh. Even if you win that kind of toad, you will suffer. Why bother to be as knowledgeable as an idiot.
Fish from Other Mountains: In this way, I will give you 5000 yuan for living expenses first, and you will resign tomorrow. Until the next job is found, I will support you.
Fish from other mountains: I will give you your XXX account number, or XX number.
Feng Jimeng was at a loss, he didn't understand why the conversation suddenly came here today.The job itself was made up by him randomly, and he didn't appear on the Internet as a high school student, just because he didn't want people to subconsciously think that he was simply easy to deceive.
Gate: Aren't you afraid that I'm a liar?
He understands that this little bastard got into a fight, especially when he was injured and dared not go home.If he went home like this, he would inevitably be beaten severely for the second time.Besides, just saying "Teacher Yang", he couldn't just blow people away like that.
"Does your family let you stay out overnight?"
Feng Jimeng lowered her head and gave a "hmm".
"That's all right, you call home, don't worry your family."
Actually, there is no one in Feng Jimeng's family now.
The nanny has two days off in January, and she chooses a weekend because her son can go home on Sunday.Originally, she wanted two Sundays, but He Xianglan found it troublesome and asked her to sleep continuously.It was Friday, and she left at 05:30 in the afternoon, and sent a message to Feng Ji, saying that all the food was in the refrigerator.
Feng Jimeng doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but the house is so big that a cold threat emerges from the air.He had tried to persuade his mother to move to the center of the city and live in a smaller house.But he was scolded all the time, scolding him for being a poor man born out of a nest of gold and silver.
He Xianglan guarded the big villa, like a down-and-out nobleman guarding a lifeless castle, clinging to some kind of boring dignity.As time went by, even people grew into the house, becoming moss growing in dark corners where no one was seen.
Feng Jimeng took out her phone and pretended to send a message to her family.
"said."
Yang Fan nodded his chin: "Have you had dinner yet?"
Feng Jimeng lowered her head.
Yang Fan didn't say much, got up and went to the kitchen, and asked after a while, "Do you eat spicy food?"
Feng Jimeng nodded.
A bowl of dumplings, not the kind of quick-frozen dumplings in the supermarket, they should be made by themselves, all of them are thin and plump.Red chili oil and a pinch of chopped green onion floated on the bowl of noodles, and the aroma is tangy.
Feng Jimeng stared at the dumplings and swallowed.
"Eat, what are you doing in a daze."
When Yang Fan spoke, Feng Jimeng took a look at him, grabbed the chopsticks, ate while blowing, and drank soup from time to time.
Seeing Feng Jimeng's pale face gradually turning red, Yang Fan smoked a cigarette, lit it up, took a deep breath, propped his head and asked, "Why didn't you call someone?"
Feng Jimeng raised his eyes, a little confused.
"I mean why didn't you shout 'help' when you were beaten just now. That alley is sandwiched between two streets, both sides are main streets, there are shops at the entrance of both alleys, and the alley is next to the back door of a residential area. There are people coming at every sound, so it is not possible to be beaten like this."
Feng Jimeng raised his eyelids and looked at Yang Fan, but didn't answer, and buried his head in the bowl again.From this angle, Yang Fan saw the band-aid on his forehead.
I just told him to take a bath carefully and don't take off the bandages. I'm afraid this kid has too many holes in his ears, so he may leak as much as he listens. .Yang Fan applied three or four more random stickers to stop the bleeding.
"I know what you're thinking. Do you think it's not cool to be cowardly after calling for help? You have to carry it and keep silent to be tough enough? You're called a head iron. To put it bluntly, you're an idiot."
"You idiot high school students, you all have iron heads, brains made of tofu."
The dumplings cooled down, just in time to eat, Feng Jimeng took a bite.Pork and celery stuffing, more meat and less vegetables, he chewed the meaty flavor.
He didn't call for help just because he wasn't used to asking for help, and he didn't like to yell, so he didn't think about it when he was beaten.But he didn't bother to explain to Yang Fan, and let him teach without saying a word.
Seeing that Feng Jimeng didn't speak out to refute, Yang Fan consciously got the point, quite proud of someone who has experienced it.Once a person becomes smug, he can't help being mean again.
"Do you know why you were beaten?"
Feng Jimeng puffed out his cheeks and chewed so much, he didn't have time to answer Yang Fan, so he looked up at him again.
"It's just like you, your hair, ah, and the string of chickens and dogs on your ears, you will be beaten when you look at it. And your dog-like temper, which is worth two to five or eighty thousand, has only been suffered since the beginning of school. It's already very surprising to be beaten."
Feng Jimeng drank the last mouthful of dumpling soup, wiped his mouth, and said to Yang Fan, "Mr. Yang must have fought a lot when he was in school."
"Hmm!" Yang Fan raised his chin, not ashamed, but proud.
"Didn't anyone tell you to just keep your mouth shut?" After Feng Jimeng finished speaking, she took the empty bowl and went to the kitchen.
Yang Fan sat at the table, listening to the sound of running water in the kitchen, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared, and the veins on his forehead danced.
The wolf-hearted thing, so quickly forgot who picked him up and who gave him hot food.
Feng Jimeng came out after washing the dishes, and said, "I'll just sleep on the sofa."
"There is a bed for you to sleep in." Yang Fan thought for a while, and then explained, "I live with my grandma, and I'm afraid she'll be frightened when she wakes up in the middle of the night and finds that there are more people in the living room."
"Oh."
"Come in and help make the bed."
The third room was apparently unoccupied. There was nothing but a bed, but it was kept clean.Yang Fan carried the quilt and pillow, and asked Feng Jimeng to help pinch the corner of the quilt, while he was shaking at the other end.
"How did you provoke those three people?" Yang Fan asked.
Feng Jimeng shook her head with a blank expression.
"I don't even know how you ended up with a grudge. You're living a good life. You want to become a fairy."
Feng Jimeng really doesn't know.He knew that the trigger was his punching Zhang Teng, but he had no idea why that man came to talk to him and trouble him.He didn't feel like he had provoked them.
"The bed is made, you can go to sleep." After speaking, Yang Fan went out and closed the door for Feng Jimeng.
Feng Jimeng relaxed and sat on the bed. Just as he was about to take off his shoes and lie down on the bed, the door opened again, and Feng Jimeng stood up immediately.
Yang Fan took a cup of hot milk and a bottle of homemade medicinal wine.He put the medicinal wine on the windowsill, and handed the hot milk to Feng Jimeng: "Drink it."
"Medicated wine promotes blood circulation and removes blood stasis, you can watch it and wipe it off yourself, go to bed early."
Yang Fan took the empty milk cup away, and this time he also closed the door behind him.
Feng Jimeng stood there for a while, and then lay down on the bed again when he heard Yang Fan enter his own room next door.He didn't apply medicinal wine, just opened the lid and smelled a pungent smell, the wine is also dark brown, he was afraid that it would stain other people's clothes and sheets.
He lay down on the bed, turned off the lights, stared at the dark ceiling, and was digesting all kinds of unexpected things that happened tonight, when the phone vibrated.
Fish from Other Hills: Are you already asleep?
Door: I haven't slept yet, I just lay down on the bed.
Fish from Other Hills: You haven't slept so late, are you waiting for me?
Feng Jimeng: ...
Feng Jimeng felt a little strange, it was so weird.Just now Yang Fan taught him a lesson, owed him a few words, before he left his room, turned around and sent him such a message.Although Yang Fan didn't know, Feng Jimeng didn't quite get used to it.
In the past, Yang Fan and the fish from other mountains were at least separated by a distance, there was no such a seamless switch, and Feng Jimeng was given time to separate them, but today, he couldn't react, it was like Yang Fan's words. Speak to him face to face.
Men: No, something happened today, so it was too late.
Yang Fan next door leaned against the head of the bed, holding a cigarette between his fingers, and frowned at this reply.From time to time, he would have doubts about the orientation of this "door", and sometimes he really felt that the other party was a straight man, and he had never met such a confused little gay.Or the other party is actually quite high in emotional intelligence, and always changes the subject quietly, and puts his ambiguous teasing back to the ordinary position all at once.
Fish from Other Hills: What happened?
Men: The colleague who beat me up last time is bothering me today.
Fish from Other Hills: How did you find it?
Gate: There was a fight.
Fish from Other Hills: Beaten?
Door: Yes.
Yang Fan put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and switched to typing with his right hand.
Fish from Other Hills: You give me his name and phone number.
Door: What are you doing?
Fish from Other Mountains: Of course he beat him up.
Feng Jimeng couldn't believe her eyes. Just now, Yang Fan was eloquently educating him. Why did he turn his head around? This person is like this, and co-authored "Stupid", "Iron Head" and "Tofu Dregs" are all summed up from his own experience ?
Door:……
Fish from Other Mountains: Are you not angry when you get beaten?
Door: I am not angry now.
Fish from Other Hills: I'm angry.Give me the information about that idiot, and I promise not to betray you.
Fish from Other Mountains: I don’t want to inquire about you, okay?
Door: No, I'm fine.
Fish from Other Mountains: Still worried that I will inquire about you, so you don't trust me?
It's not a question of asking or not, Feng Jimeng can't say a word at all.
Gate: No, I hate trouble.
Fish from Other Mountains: You still don't trust me.
Feng Jimeng was a little helpless and didn't know how to answer, so she looked at the dialog box and became silent.Does he want to just say goodnight and end this topic, he is staying here today, and he really doesn't want to chat with him that much.
Fish from Other Mountains: Forget it, I won’t force you.
Door: Yes.
Fish from Other Mountains: Does the place where you beat it hurt?
These words seemed to remind Feng Jimeng, the bruise on his body and the wound on his forehead started to hurt as if he had been woken up suddenly.But he dared not speak the truth again.
Men: It doesn't hurt very much.
Fish from Other Hills: Show me.
Fish from Other Hills: Where You Get Beaten.
Feng Jimeng hesitated.
Fish from other mountains: If you really don't want to, forget it.
Feng Jimeng had no choice but to get up and turn on the light, pointed the camera at himself, found a not-so-serious blue mark on his stomach all over his body and took a photo, replaced the background of the photo, and sent it to him.
Fish from Other Mountains: Do you want to consider changing jobs?It is inevitable for a company to have conflicts again. Look at your skinny skin and tender flesh. Even if you win that kind of toad, you will suffer. Why bother to be as knowledgeable as an idiot.
Fish from Other Mountains: In this way, I will give you 5000 yuan for living expenses first, and you will resign tomorrow. Until the next job is found, I will support you.
Fish from other mountains: I will give you your XXX account number, or XX number.
Feng Jimeng was at a loss, he didn't understand why the conversation suddenly came here today.The job itself was made up by him randomly, and he didn't appear on the Internet as a high school student, just because he didn't want people to subconsciously think that he was simply easy to deceive.
Gate: Aren't you afraid that I'm a liar?
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