you have to talk to me

The special service is not that special, just put Feng Jimeng in the bathtub and kiss for a while, then make a fuss for a while.Nothing else, Yang Fan was in a really good mood, probably the only one who could be as happy as a two hundred and five after being beaten up.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Feng Jimeng squatted in front of the sofa, removed the water-soaked gauze from Yang Fan's hands, and rewrapped his fingers.He looked at the badly scratched back of his hand and asked, "How did this happen?"

That group came after Yang Fan, they went into the store and threw things directly, the clerk didn't know, so he was frightened by the momentum, so he had to go to find Yang Fan, when Yang Fan came out, the group beat him without saying a word.In the chaos, he only remembered that someone stepped on his hand and wiped it on the ground a few times, and he couldn't tell who stepped on it.

"It's rubbed on the ground." He casually perfunctory Feng Jimeng, afraid he would ask again, and pretended to be impatient to urge, "Is it all right, just wrap it up a few times, if the skin is broken, it will be fine tomorrow. It’s the same whether it’s bagged or not.”

"The doctor said you can't get wet for three days. Who made you wet your hands?"

"Then who can be blamed? It's not your fault." Yang Fan stretched out his hand to pinch Feng Ji Meng's cheek, and smiled, "I blame you for being so cute, like a little daughter-in-law."

"I'm not a woman."

Holding the eye drops, Feng Jimeng knelt on the sofa on both sides of Yang Fan's knees, supported his head, and poured the drops into his swollen eyes.

Yang Fan blinked, the potion flowed across his face like tears, he grabbed Feng Jimeng's waist and sat on his lap.

"Whether you're a girl or not, you are my wife." Yang Fan pressed his swollen face against Feng Jimeng's chest.

Feng Jimeng also had no choice but to take a shower, and happened to be wearing the cashmere underwear Yang Fan bought for him, which was thick, close-fitting, and very comfortable.The clothes had a pointed collar, revealing the collarbone and a small piece of chest. Yang Fan stuck to the warm flesh, holding the body in his arms tightly, not daring to relax at all, for fear that if he let go, Feng Jimeng would be like a dandelion The same, blown away by the wind blowing from nowhere.

Everything that happened to him and Feng Jimeng during this period of time was secretly putting pressure on both of them.Feng Jimeng's family is very determined to take her away.And to what extent they could do it, Yang Fan didn't know, and he was not afraid of being alone.But he was worried that Feng Jimeng would not be able to bear it, and felt sorry for the pressure and torture that Feng Jimeng would suffer even if he could bear it.

"Brother, are you in pain?"

Yang Fan hugged him tightly, exhaled very hot breath, buried in his chest as if he was in great pain, and knowing that all the disasters that flew were due to him, Feng Jimeng felt very uncomfortable.

"pain."

"I'll give you some medicine."

"Applying medicine is useless, unless you admit that you are my daughter-in-law."

Feng Jimeng put her hand on Yang Fan's neck, pinched the back of his neck gently, and reluctantly agreed, "Yes, I am."

"Does it still hurt? I'll give you some medicine."

My heart suddenly felt hot, and the cool fingers pinching his neck made my bones go limp.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Not only does it not hurt anymore, it is so comfortable that people want to hum, and even feel dizzy, so comfortable that they want to fall asleep.

Feng Jimeng pushed, "Brother, are you sleepy? Go to sleep."

"What about you? Won't you sleep with me?"

Feng Jimeng looked at the time: "It's not yet seven o'clock, I'm going to study by myself at night."

Yang Fan let go of his hand: "Oh."

Feng Jimeng started to put on his coat. He put his phone in his pocket and said, "I'm taking my phone with me today. Send me a message if you have anything."

"Well, you go." When Feng Jimeng packed up and was about to leave, Yang Fan suddenly thought of something again, "Bao'er, don't worry about anything else, just study hard during this time, do you hear me?"

"Go straight to school when you go out, come back straight after class, and don't go anywhere else."

"Yes, I see." Feng Jimeng closed the door as soon as he went out.

Yang Fan sighed, he should be able to understand what he meant.Yang Fan didn't want to cause trouble, and he didn't want to seal Jimeng because he and his family were fighting openly, which didn't do them any good.Endured, endured, and waited for Feng Jimeng to finish the exam, but Yang Fan took him away.Since Feng Jimeng doesn't care about the family property, there is no way there is room for the two of them in such a big world.

Feng Jimeng understood Yang Fan's words, but he didn't intend to do what he said, so he didn't turn to Hong Zhong when he went out, but took a taxi and went straight home.

He has always been patient with the grievances and pains his parents brought him. He hates conflicts with others, and even more hates conflicts with his parents.Only this time, seeing Yang Fan's appearance, he couldn't bear it anymore.

It was still early, and He Xianglan was still at the poker table, and the sounds of several women chatting and playing poker came rushing as soon as the door opened.He Xianglan didn't even look up, and called him tiredly as always: "Mengmeng, you're back."

"Did you eat? We just ate. If you haven't eaten, ask Sister Chen to make something for you and bring it to your room."

Feng Jimeng didn't speak, and didn't go upstairs, but walked directly towards He Xianglan's card table.He put his hands on the edge of the table with a face of indifference. Except for his mother, the other three stopped their hands of drawing cards and looked at him in surprise.

The electric mahjong table was heavier than he had imagined, but it was not too heavy to lift. Feng Jimeng gritted his teeth and lifted the corner of the table. With a "boom", the table fell to the ground, and the mahjong rolled all over the room .

The other three poker players were frightened and quickly stood up and retreated to the side. One of them murmured, "What is this? What happened?"

The other two hit her waist and pointed their chins toward the door. She understood: "Sister He, let's not play today, and we will come to play with you tomorrow." After speaking, the three of them quickly slipped away.

Feng Jimeng lowered his hands, stared condescendingly at He Xianglan who was sitting still, and said coldly, "Don't bother us anymore."

"You are my son, how can I ignore you."

"Then you come to me, don't look for Yang Fan."

He Xianglan grabbed two pistachios from the small basket on the tea table next to her, and peeled them leisurely: "He seduced my son, if I don't go to him, who should I go to?" She raised her head to look at Feng Jimeng, her eyes Gathering in it was the familiar crazy light of Feng Jimeng, she threatened, "If you are disobedient, believe it or not, I will find someone to kill him."

Feng Jimeng was trembling with anger, he clenched his fists, his fingers turned white, he bit his cheeks tightly, his eyes burst out with the same crazy light as his mother's, he bent down and looked straight into his mother's eyes, as if looking into her Deep in the soul, a few words popped out between the teeth: "Then I will kill you with my own hands."

He Xianglan's eyes widened, and with a slap, she slapped Feng Jimeng hard.Feng Jimeng didn't dodge, got slapped in the face, but still looked straight at his mother.

"You... what did you say?"

Feng Jimeng didn't say anything, turned around and walked out.

He Xianglan burst into tears suddenly, stood up and pointed at Feng Jimeng and scolded: "Your wings have hardened, find a wild man who is as old as you, and you can fly? My mother gave birth to you and raised you, you want to kill me!" I, come to kill, you come to kill."

"A thunderbolt dog, your mother, I conceived you and gave birth to you. I walked through the gate of hell and raised you for 18 years. You want to kill me. I don't give you whatever you eat or wear. What? Can I have you without me? You are worse than that old bastard Feng Changxiong, you are exactly like him. Pay me back what you owe me, I don’t have a son like you..."

A down jacket was thrown on He Xianglan's face, she took it off, and watched Feng Jimeng take off the sweater, and threw it on her face again.

"Okay, okay, you want to pay me back, take it off, and get out when you take it off."

Feng Jimeng took off his coat and trousers, leaving only a set of underwear that Yang Fan bought for him, and said, "I don't owe you any more."

He Xianglan stared: "Why don't you owe me? I gave birth to you and raised you. It's not that I didn't have you at all. You owe me all your life."

"I didn't let you give birth, I didn't ask you to raise it. I don't owe you anything." Just before the door slammed, Feng Jimeng said the last sentence to his mother.

The half of Feng Jimeng's face that was beaten was burning hot, and his whole body seemed to be on fire because of excessive anger.He took off his coat, returned his phone, and he didn't have a wallet, but fortunately he wore the underwear and shoes bought by Yang Fan today.Even though he didn't go out naked, at the end of December, the low temperature outside was close to zero. Before his anger dissipated, all the heat from his body had been dissipated.

His home is about ten kilometers away from Yang Fan's house, and it's quite close by taxi, but he has no choice now, when he couldn't control his shivering, Feng Jimeng had no choice but to run.

After nine o'clock, Yang Fan was very tired today, but he felt pain all over his body. He couldn't sleep for a while, so he dug out some favorite band's live from the hard disk, and listened to it for hours, until the sound outside Crazy banging on the door.

Yang Fan took off his earphones and shouted impatiently, "Here we come."

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Feng Jimeng leaning on the door frame, wearing only underwear, his hair was drenched with sweat, one side of his face was swollen and the other was abnormally red.

"what happened to you?"

Feng Jimeng knew that Yang Fan would be angry if he did this, but he couldn't care less about it, and he had no other place to go.He said weakly, "I'm going to take a shower first."

Yang Fan followed behind Feng Jimeng: "What's going on, made it look like this?"

Feng Jimeng locked him outside the bathroom, Yang Fan went to fetch his clothes, and stood at the door of the bathroom for a while: "Are you going home?"

……

"Argued with your mother?"

……

"Slapped her face?"

……

Yang Fan sighed: "I'll tell you to forget it..."

Feng Jimeng opened the bathroom door, and there was a red body in the white mist, he shuffled, and said weakly: "Brother, I'm sorry."

"What's there to be sorry for?" Yang Fan quickly put on his clothes and touched his body, "Why are you so hot?"

Yang Fan touched his forehead again, and put his good half of his face against his good half: "I really have a fever."

Feng Jimeng didn't speak, he did feel a little dizzy and weak in limbs, just now he thought it was because he was running too hard.

Yang Fan quickly dried his hair, found two cold medicines and fed him, drank a large cup of hot water for him, stuffed him into the quilt, and stuffed himself next to Feng Jimeng, covering the quilt for him Tuck it up, and even be hugged by others.

"Why are you so stupid? What are you doing with that breath?"

Feng Jimeng was a little dizzy from the fever, exhaled hot air, her nose and eyeballs were hot and wet, and her voice was soft and weak: "Brother, I'm sorry, I have caused you trouble."

"What nonsense. Don't think about anything, get a good night's sleep, and catch a cold tomorrow."

Feng Jimengtuan was under the blanket, her nose was sore, and she couldn't help shedding tears.

He had just run such a long distance alone, it was dark, cold and tired, and there were only a few pedestrians on the road, as if there was no end.But he is not alone at all, he knows that as long as he keeps running, this road will have an end, and the end is this bright room, with a warm and comfortable bed, and this gentle and strong embrace.

As long as the end of the road is Yang Fan, he can keep running without fear or care about anything.