you have to talk to me
Chapter 104 I Love You Especially
In the blink of an eye, it was already the end of the year, and the winter this year was particularly cold, with the temperature dropping continuously, and even Hongcheng, a southern city, had snowfall.But after all, it is a southern city, and it cannot gather heavy snow. In the evening, small snow particles like salt grains began to float, and at night, they began to sprinkle snowflakes one after another.
The days are short and the nights are long, and it gets dark before six o'clock, and it gets dark earlier in rainy and snowy weather.During this time, Yang Fan would go to Hongzhong to pick up Feng Jimeng every afternoon after school, just in case something went wrong.
Feng Jimeng didn't tell him, but when he came to his home for tutoring on Sunday afternoon, a few children chattered and said something slipped up. He grabbed Zhang Jiarui and questioned him, only then did he know that Feng Jimeng's orientation had become Hong Zhong's open secret.
Yang Fan's teeth itch with hatred. How can there be such parents who will do everything they can to achieve their own goals, even at the expense of hurting their own children.How is this different from those animal parents who send their children to this center or that center, subjecting their children to mental oppression or even electric shocks.The only difference is that those parents may have sent their children that way out of ignorance, while He Xianglan clearly did it on purpose.
Yang Fan thought that Feng Jimeng must be hurt by his own mother treating him like this, so he tried every means to comfort him.But Feng Jimeng didn't seem to have any big mood swings, it seemed that this was all in his expectation, and he was even a little accustomed to it.
But Yang Fan still felt a little change in him. In terms of study, if he had worked very hard before, he was almost studying hard now.It seemed that the desire to escape became stronger and impatient, and the hidden anger in my heart accumulated more and more, and finally vented it all on my studies.
Yang Fan finally understood. Fortunately, he didn't really persuade Feng Jimeng to go abroad, and handed him over to such a pair of parents, which almost killed him.Fortunately, Feng Jimeng has a big idea, her little boyfriend is quite independent, and his brain is good enough, but it's not easy to fool him in the future, and he can no longer treat him like a child.
It's ten o'clock at night, and Feng Jimeng has been lying on the desk in the room since he finished his meal, keeping that posture, except for the books and test papers that were moved in front of him, he hardly moved.The heater on the bay window sill made the whole room warm and dry. Standing behind him, he could hear the rustling sound of the pen tip scratching the paper.
Yang Fan held another electric heater in one hand and a bowl in the other, coughed lightly while standing behind Feng Jimeng, and said, "Bao'er, I've been studying for too long, take a break."
He put a freshly served bowl of stewed pork leg and kidney beans on the desk, and put the heater next to the bed to turn it on.Even though it was windy and snowy in the dark night outside the window, this small place was as warm as spring.
"Freshly stewed pig's feet, eat a bowl." Yang Fan pushed the steaming bowl to Feng Jimeng, pulled a piece of paper and laid it on the table to set the bones for him.
Feng Jimeng took the chopsticks: "Isn't it stewed for tomorrow?"
"There is still a big pot, you should try it first."
Kidney beans swell and crack after being stewed, full of the aroma of pork, soft and waxy.The stewed pig's knuckles are very soft and melt in the mouth. The excess collagen is a bit sticky to the teeth, leaving a fragrance on the lips and teeth.After eating at six o'clock, I was not very hungry at this time, Feng Jimeng ate carefully bite by bite, thin drops of sweat emerged from the tip of her nose.
Yang Fan sat on the side of the desk, propped his face to watch Feng Jimeng eat.It seems that this period of time has been really hard. Yang Fan asked himself that he had never treated this boy badly. Every day, chicken, duck, fish, vegetables, eggs and milk were supplemented next to each other. The child still lost a lot of weight, and his chin became sharper.
Two of the overhead lights in this room were broken, they were not too bright, a desk lamp was lit on Feng Jimeng's desk, and the warm yellow eye protection reflected half of his face, making his face very clean and delicate.The drooping eyelashes were soft and dense, as if his eyes were half closed, which made his overall demeanor look particularly calm and beautiful.The bridge of the nose is straight, the lips are thin but soft, Yang Fan has tasted it, and he can never get enough of it.During this period of time, I was busy studying and had no time to take care of it. Only the studs on the two earlobes remained on my ears. The lip studs had not been worn for a while, and the hole had completely healed.
The chin is also beautiful, the neck is also beautiful, and the Adam's apple is also very sexy. Wearing the bear pajamas bought for him is not at all disobedient, fluffy, handsome and cute.The more Yang Fan looked at it, the more he felt that Feng Jimeng was good-looking. Not only was he good-looking, but he was also very beautiful.He is in the stage of transitioning from a teenager to an adult. The greenness has not completely faded, but he does not look immature. A lush tree that has just grown up, a flower that has just bloomed with dew, and a section should be wrapped in fresh-keeping Put it in the film and put it in the refrigerator to seal the youth.And Yang Fan is so lucky to be able to accompany him through this stage of life, accompany him to grow and mature, and be his lover.
Feng Jimeng held the bowl and drank the last sip of soup, and when he put down the bowl, he hummed very heartily and comfortably.As soon as he turned his head, he met Yang Fan's eyes that had been staring at him for a long time with a smile.
"Brother, why are all the things you make so delicious?"
"Because I like you very much." Yang Fan moved to Feng Jimeng's side, supported his face after speaking, and kissed him hard.
Feng Jimeng's heart skipped a beat, and she blushed suddenly, becoming embarrassed.He wiped the drool on his face with his palm: "It doesn't matter."
"Of course it does, silly boy." Yang Fan smiled and took out the bowl.
After a while, he came in again.
"It's 10:30, why don't you go to sleep?"
"Well, let's read the book for a while." There was a Chinese textbook in front of Feng Jimeng. He was very poor in classical Chinese, and the Chinese teacher suggested that he read the textbook more and memorize the meaning of the words.
Yang Fan sat down next to him again, and stretched out his hand to him: "Where's the chemistry roll?"
Feng Jimeng found a stack of newly saved chemistry test papers and gave them to Yang Fan before she had time to sort out the chemistry test papers.Yang Fan took out a notebook with wrong questions from the bookshelf, took a pen from Feng Jimeng's stationery bag, and took it to the bed behind Feng Jimeng.He pulled the bedside table over to use as a desk, and leaned against the bedside to sort out the wrong questions for him.
Feng Jimeng is relatively weak in physics and chemistry, but Yang Fan is helpless in physics.As a top student who once won an award in a chemistry competition, he can still help Feng Jimeng a little bit in this subject, copying wrong questions, sorting out knowledge points and so on. Anyway, after so many years, the college entrance examination centers are still those.
These are not important, the key is to want to accompany him.Yang Fan can't remember exactly how he passed his senior year in high school, but seeing Feng Jimeng now, he still feels that he is working hard and tired.
It was getting late at night, and the snowflakes outside the window floated bigger, fell on the window glass, and melted in an instant, forming a hazy layer of water vapor on the glass window.The room was very quiet, Yang Fan sometimes glanced out of the window, and sometimes at Feng Jimeng's back.In fact, I really want to hug him, but I am afraid of disturbing his study.Feng Jimeng's eyes are now full of only studying, and even Yang Fan has become calm.He suddenly didn't have so many raging desires, probably because he gradually believed from the bottom of his heart that they still have a long life and a future, and everything can be taken slowly.
The clock on the desk jumped to 12 o'clock, Feng Jimeng closed the book, and turned around to find that Yang Fan had fallen asleep on his bed with his head tilted.Feng Jimeng turned off the lamp and the heater, arranged the books on the bedside table, and went to bed gently from the other side.When he turned off the light in the room and tucked up the quilt for Yang Fan, Yang Fan suddenly turned over and hugged him accurately, buried his face on his shoulder, and muttered sleepily: "It's getting late, hurry up!" sleep."
"Well, I'm asleep." Yang Fan slept soundly on a blanket, Feng Jimeng nestled comfortably in his arms, closed his eyes, and relaxed his nerves that had been tense all day.
"Bao'er, it's so comfortable." Yang Fan tucked his head into the quilt, buried himself in Feng Jimeng's little bear pajamas and rubbed unconsciously on his chest, and reached into his clothes to fumble a few times.
Feng Jimeng pulled his hand out of his clothes and held it. He had to go to bed quickly and wake up very early tomorrow.
Yang Fan wanted to break free at first, but soon stopped twisting, probably fell asleep again.
Feng Jimeng relaxed his nerves again, preparing to fall asleep.Yang Fan got his head out of the quilt again, pressed against Feng Jimeng's face, and murmured, "Baby, I love you so much."
"really love you……"
Just as Feng Jimeng wanted to say that I love you too, she heard Yang Fan snore.
--
The English class of Class 18 was also taught by Wu Zhenwen. After one class was over, she called Feng Jimeng away.Instead of going to the office, he called directly to the conference room.She closed the meeting room door, pulled out a chair, and asked Feng Jimeng to sit in front of her.
Teacher Wu first cared about his studies, affirmed his recent progress, and then began to persuade him to go abroad.She must have heard about Feng Jimeng's homosexuality. Teacher Wu said it very implicitly, but she meant that it's better to go out as soon as possible. It's better to break this relationship. She also listed many benefits of going abroad.
Compared with the head teacher of class 18, Wu Zhenwen was the first teacher who treated Feng Jimeng with an objective attitude, and she also gave him a lot of advice. Her words naturally carried more weight in Feng Jimeng's heart.Even so, he didn't like to hear these words, and became more disgusted and disgusted by his mother's methods.
And Wu Zhenwen was very familiar with Feng Jimeng's attitude of disagreement, refutation, and silence.He was still in the other class in the first year of high school, and Teacher Wu saw the teacher in the other class call him to the office, and advised him to study hard, get to and from class on time, and don't play with his mobile phone in class, that's what Feng Jimeng looks like.He will not rush you, but what you say will never enter his ears.
In the end Wu Zhenwen sighed, no matter how his mother begged her, she could only say that.In fact, she didn't have a good impression of Feng Jimeng's mother, a mother who had never appeared at the parents' meeting and never talked to the teacher about her child's situation, Wu Zhenwen really wanted to tell her why she knew what she was doing today.
When Feng Jimeng came out of the meeting room, the next class had already started. Before he got to the classroom, he saw a familiar figure poking his head outside the door of Class 18. He looked like he wanted to knock on the door, but he retracted his hand when he heard the voice inside. back.
Feng Jimeng walked over: "Aunt Feng, what are you doing here?"
Feng Wenhui was startled when she saw Feng Jimeng: "You didn't attend class?"
"I went to the office. The teacher has something to do with me. You came to see me?"
Feng Wenhui nodded hurriedly, with a sad face, very anxious: "Yang Fan was arrested at the Public Security Bureau, and Dacheng was also arrested. I don't know what to do, and I don't know who to talk to. I can only come to you .”
"Xiao Feng, what do you think we should do?"
The days are short and the nights are long, and it gets dark before six o'clock, and it gets dark earlier in rainy and snowy weather.During this time, Yang Fan would go to Hongzhong to pick up Feng Jimeng every afternoon after school, just in case something went wrong.
Feng Jimeng didn't tell him, but when he came to his home for tutoring on Sunday afternoon, a few children chattered and said something slipped up. He grabbed Zhang Jiarui and questioned him, only then did he know that Feng Jimeng's orientation had become Hong Zhong's open secret.
Yang Fan's teeth itch with hatred. How can there be such parents who will do everything they can to achieve their own goals, even at the expense of hurting their own children.How is this different from those animal parents who send their children to this center or that center, subjecting their children to mental oppression or even electric shocks.The only difference is that those parents may have sent their children that way out of ignorance, while He Xianglan clearly did it on purpose.
Yang Fan thought that Feng Jimeng must be hurt by his own mother treating him like this, so he tried every means to comfort him.But Feng Jimeng didn't seem to have any big mood swings, it seemed that this was all in his expectation, and he was even a little accustomed to it.
But Yang Fan still felt a little change in him. In terms of study, if he had worked very hard before, he was almost studying hard now.It seemed that the desire to escape became stronger and impatient, and the hidden anger in my heart accumulated more and more, and finally vented it all on my studies.
Yang Fan finally understood. Fortunately, he didn't really persuade Feng Jimeng to go abroad, and handed him over to such a pair of parents, which almost killed him.Fortunately, Feng Jimeng has a big idea, her little boyfriend is quite independent, and his brain is good enough, but it's not easy to fool him in the future, and he can no longer treat him like a child.
It's ten o'clock at night, and Feng Jimeng has been lying on the desk in the room since he finished his meal, keeping that posture, except for the books and test papers that were moved in front of him, he hardly moved.The heater on the bay window sill made the whole room warm and dry. Standing behind him, he could hear the rustling sound of the pen tip scratching the paper.
Yang Fan held another electric heater in one hand and a bowl in the other, coughed lightly while standing behind Feng Jimeng, and said, "Bao'er, I've been studying for too long, take a break."
He put a freshly served bowl of stewed pork leg and kidney beans on the desk, and put the heater next to the bed to turn it on.Even though it was windy and snowy in the dark night outside the window, this small place was as warm as spring.
"Freshly stewed pig's feet, eat a bowl." Yang Fan pushed the steaming bowl to Feng Jimeng, pulled a piece of paper and laid it on the table to set the bones for him.
Feng Jimeng took the chopsticks: "Isn't it stewed for tomorrow?"
"There is still a big pot, you should try it first."
Kidney beans swell and crack after being stewed, full of the aroma of pork, soft and waxy.The stewed pig's knuckles are very soft and melt in the mouth. The excess collagen is a bit sticky to the teeth, leaving a fragrance on the lips and teeth.After eating at six o'clock, I was not very hungry at this time, Feng Jimeng ate carefully bite by bite, thin drops of sweat emerged from the tip of her nose.
Yang Fan sat on the side of the desk, propped his face to watch Feng Jimeng eat.It seems that this period of time has been really hard. Yang Fan asked himself that he had never treated this boy badly. Every day, chicken, duck, fish, vegetables, eggs and milk were supplemented next to each other. The child still lost a lot of weight, and his chin became sharper.
Two of the overhead lights in this room were broken, they were not too bright, a desk lamp was lit on Feng Jimeng's desk, and the warm yellow eye protection reflected half of his face, making his face very clean and delicate.The drooping eyelashes were soft and dense, as if his eyes were half closed, which made his overall demeanor look particularly calm and beautiful.The bridge of the nose is straight, the lips are thin but soft, Yang Fan has tasted it, and he can never get enough of it.During this period of time, I was busy studying and had no time to take care of it. Only the studs on the two earlobes remained on my ears. The lip studs had not been worn for a while, and the hole had completely healed.
The chin is also beautiful, the neck is also beautiful, and the Adam's apple is also very sexy. Wearing the bear pajamas bought for him is not at all disobedient, fluffy, handsome and cute.The more Yang Fan looked at it, the more he felt that Feng Jimeng was good-looking. Not only was he good-looking, but he was also very beautiful.He is in the stage of transitioning from a teenager to an adult. The greenness has not completely faded, but he does not look immature. A lush tree that has just grown up, a flower that has just bloomed with dew, and a section should be wrapped in fresh-keeping Put it in the film and put it in the refrigerator to seal the youth.And Yang Fan is so lucky to be able to accompany him through this stage of life, accompany him to grow and mature, and be his lover.
Feng Jimeng held the bowl and drank the last sip of soup, and when he put down the bowl, he hummed very heartily and comfortably.As soon as he turned his head, he met Yang Fan's eyes that had been staring at him for a long time with a smile.
"Brother, why are all the things you make so delicious?"
"Because I like you very much." Yang Fan moved to Feng Jimeng's side, supported his face after speaking, and kissed him hard.
Feng Jimeng's heart skipped a beat, and she blushed suddenly, becoming embarrassed.He wiped the drool on his face with his palm: "It doesn't matter."
"Of course it does, silly boy." Yang Fan smiled and took out the bowl.
After a while, he came in again.
"It's 10:30, why don't you go to sleep?"
"Well, let's read the book for a while." There was a Chinese textbook in front of Feng Jimeng. He was very poor in classical Chinese, and the Chinese teacher suggested that he read the textbook more and memorize the meaning of the words.
Yang Fan sat down next to him again, and stretched out his hand to him: "Where's the chemistry roll?"
Feng Jimeng found a stack of newly saved chemistry test papers and gave them to Yang Fan before she had time to sort out the chemistry test papers.Yang Fan took out a notebook with wrong questions from the bookshelf, took a pen from Feng Jimeng's stationery bag, and took it to the bed behind Feng Jimeng.He pulled the bedside table over to use as a desk, and leaned against the bedside to sort out the wrong questions for him.
Feng Jimeng is relatively weak in physics and chemistry, but Yang Fan is helpless in physics.As a top student who once won an award in a chemistry competition, he can still help Feng Jimeng a little bit in this subject, copying wrong questions, sorting out knowledge points and so on. Anyway, after so many years, the college entrance examination centers are still those.
These are not important, the key is to want to accompany him.Yang Fan can't remember exactly how he passed his senior year in high school, but seeing Feng Jimeng now, he still feels that he is working hard and tired.
It was getting late at night, and the snowflakes outside the window floated bigger, fell on the window glass, and melted in an instant, forming a hazy layer of water vapor on the glass window.The room was very quiet, Yang Fan sometimes glanced out of the window, and sometimes at Feng Jimeng's back.In fact, I really want to hug him, but I am afraid of disturbing his study.Feng Jimeng's eyes are now full of only studying, and even Yang Fan has become calm.He suddenly didn't have so many raging desires, probably because he gradually believed from the bottom of his heart that they still have a long life and a future, and everything can be taken slowly.
The clock on the desk jumped to 12 o'clock, Feng Jimeng closed the book, and turned around to find that Yang Fan had fallen asleep on his bed with his head tilted.Feng Jimeng turned off the lamp and the heater, arranged the books on the bedside table, and went to bed gently from the other side.When he turned off the light in the room and tucked up the quilt for Yang Fan, Yang Fan suddenly turned over and hugged him accurately, buried his face on his shoulder, and muttered sleepily: "It's getting late, hurry up!" sleep."
"Well, I'm asleep." Yang Fan slept soundly on a blanket, Feng Jimeng nestled comfortably in his arms, closed his eyes, and relaxed his nerves that had been tense all day.
"Bao'er, it's so comfortable." Yang Fan tucked his head into the quilt, buried himself in Feng Jimeng's little bear pajamas and rubbed unconsciously on his chest, and reached into his clothes to fumble a few times.
Feng Jimeng pulled his hand out of his clothes and held it. He had to go to bed quickly and wake up very early tomorrow.
Yang Fan wanted to break free at first, but soon stopped twisting, probably fell asleep again.
Feng Jimeng relaxed his nerves again, preparing to fall asleep.Yang Fan got his head out of the quilt again, pressed against Feng Jimeng's face, and murmured, "Baby, I love you so much."
"really love you……"
Just as Feng Jimeng wanted to say that I love you too, she heard Yang Fan snore.
--
The English class of Class 18 was also taught by Wu Zhenwen. After one class was over, she called Feng Jimeng away.Instead of going to the office, he called directly to the conference room.She closed the meeting room door, pulled out a chair, and asked Feng Jimeng to sit in front of her.
Teacher Wu first cared about his studies, affirmed his recent progress, and then began to persuade him to go abroad.She must have heard about Feng Jimeng's homosexuality. Teacher Wu said it very implicitly, but she meant that it's better to go out as soon as possible. It's better to break this relationship. She also listed many benefits of going abroad.
Compared with the head teacher of class 18, Wu Zhenwen was the first teacher who treated Feng Jimeng with an objective attitude, and she also gave him a lot of advice. Her words naturally carried more weight in Feng Jimeng's heart.Even so, he didn't like to hear these words, and became more disgusted and disgusted by his mother's methods.
And Wu Zhenwen was very familiar with Feng Jimeng's attitude of disagreement, refutation, and silence.He was still in the other class in the first year of high school, and Teacher Wu saw the teacher in the other class call him to the office, and advised him to study hard, get to and from class on time, and don't play with his mobile phone in class, that's what Feng Jimeng looks like.He will not rush you, but what you say will never enter his ears.
In the end Wu Zhenwen sighed, no matter how his mother begged her, she could only say that.In fact, she didn't have a good impression of Feng Jimeng's mother, a mother who had never appeared at the parents' meeting and never talked to the teacher about her child's situation, Wu Zhenwen really wanted to tell her why she knew what she was doing today.
When Feng Jimeng came out of the meeting room, the next class had already started. Before he got to the classroom, he saw a familiar figure poking his head outside the door of Class 18. He looked like he wanted to knock on the door, but he retracted his hand when he heard the voice inside. back.
Feng Jimeng walked over: "Aunt Feng, what are you doing here?"
Feng Wenhui was startled when she saw Feng Jimeng: "You didn't attend class?"
"I went to the office. The teacher has something to do with me. You came to see me?"
Feng Wenhui nodded hurriedly, with a sad face, very anxious: "Yang Fan was arrested at the Public Security Bureau, and Dacheng was also arrested. I don't know what to do, and I don't know who to talk to. I can only come to you .”
"Xiao Feng, what do you think we should do?"
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