you have to talk to me

After the aftertaste, the exhaustion of the whole day hit, and the two squeezed into Yang Fan's small bed, hugging each other and fell asleep.

Feng Jimeng woke up first.

Yang Fan was afraid that he would fall off the bed, so he wrapped his arms tightly around him while sleeping.His body temperature was so high that Feng Jimeng woke up alive from the heat.He lifted a corner of the quilt to breathe, and just as he took Yang Fan's arm away, the arm suddenly wrapped him around him even tighter, and his legs were put on it.Feng Jimeng had no choice but to push again, but he couldn't push it away even though his hands were light. He tried so hard that Yang Fan asked, "Bao'er, are you awake?"

"Well, it's hot."

"Um... what time is it?"

Feng Jimeng looked at the darkness around him: "It's night."

Yang Fan touched the switch on the wall, turned on the small lamp by the bed, reached over Feng Jimeng to get the mobile phone on the bedside table, squinted his eyes, then flung the mobile phone aside feebly.

"12:30."

He turned around and put his arms around Feng Jimeng again, with his chin resting on his bare shoulder: "Bao'er, are you hungry?"

"Fortunately."

"Then let's lie down for a while."

As soon as the words finished, Feng Jimeng's stomach growled a few times.

"Okay, my belly protested." Yang Fan got up from the bed, went to get the pajamas on the stool with bare buttocks, and said casually, "All the New Year's goods are delivered to Yu Gang's house. There are only dried noodles at home. Let me cook some egg noodles."

Yang Fan got dressed, turned on the overhead light in the room, saw that Feng Jimeng was still huddled under the quilt, and was pulled under the eyes by the edge, and asked, "Are you sorry?"

Feng Jimeng's eyes moved left and right following Yang Fan's figure, and only after hearing his words did he show a small face: "Brother, help me take off my pajamas." After speaking, she pulled the quilt up again.

Yang Fan saw his eyes looking around, either guilty or shy.He randomly took a set from his closet, and deliberately teased Feng Jimeng: "You want me to help you wear it?"

"No."

Yang Fan threw the clothes on the quilt, and looked at Feng Jimeng with a smile, and Feng Jimeng also hid in the quilt to watch him.

"Wear it."

"You go out first."

Yang Fan laughed wantonly: "Why didn't I see you so shy in the afternoon?"

"'I want to sleep with you', so young, how old and immoral, still say this kind of thing."

Feng Jimeng was so ashamed that she couldn't help it, she lifted the quilt, covered her whole head, and said sullenly inside: "Go and cook your noodles, I'm hungry."

"Go out and close the door."

Yang Fan laughed and went out and closed the door.

Two bowls of egg noodles. The eggs are fried until they are golden brown and fragrant before pouring in water to cook them. After the egg soup is boiled, add the vermicelli.Just add some salt and sesame oil to make it fragrant and delicious, and it will look even better if it is decorated with chopped green onion.It doesn't matter if there is no one, the two of them still hold the sea bowl, whirring and killing the whole bowl.

After eating the noodles, Feng Jimeng took the initiative to wash the dishes, but it was actually a bit difficult to face Yang Fan.He's always like this, he keeps his head down when he wants what he wants, and puts his face and dignity aside.Once the energy was over, the damn face and dignity came back again, Feng Jimeng felt embarrassed and shy.The more he was like this, the more Yang Fan liked to tease him.

Yang Fan just collapsed on the sofa, smoking an after-dinner cigarette comfortably. : "Bao'er, I'm refreshed now, and I won't be able to fall asleep for a while, what should I do?"

Yang Fan turned sideways and looked at Feng Jimeng through the wide open door of the kitchen.He was wearing his own fluffy pajamas, which were a bit too big, and the overly long sleeves were rolled up, and they were all piled up on his wrists. There were only two bowls, and he had already washed his buttocks for a long time.

Knowing that the child was embarrassed, Yang Fan wanted him to just go through with it, but the water bill couldn't stand it.Yang Fan stubbed out the cigarette butt and stood up, walked behind Feng Jimeng, pinched his waist, and pushed forward slightly.

Feng Jimeng was startled, the bowl slipped from his hand into the pool, his ears were red, and he said in embarrassment, "I'm washing the dishes, don't mess with me."

"Wan says I don't take the blame."

Yang Fan turned off the faucet, stuck Feng Jimeng between the sink table and himself, put his face against his ear, put his arms around his chest, hugged him, and bit his ear and said: " Are you still shy? There's nothing to be ashamed about, you agreed to be my wife, it's not too late."

"I'm not shy, let me go." Feng Jimeng struggled.

As soon as Feng Jimeng made a move, Yang Fan smiled like a hooligan, and pushed him forward, until Feng Jimeng's leg hit the edge of the table.After a few strokes, Feng Jimeng became honest.

"Besides, we didn't really make it to the end." Yang Fan just hugged Feng Jimeng and swayed from the kitchen to the living room, "When you finish the exam," Yang Fan kissed Feng Jimeng's face , "Do it again."

"Brother always keeps his word, and you are indispensable."

The more she talked, the more embarrassing she became. In the living room, Feng Jimeng was finally able to push Yang Fan away, sat on the sofa, and tried to put on a serious look: "What are you going to do next? I can't sleep either."

"What do you say?"

"I'm almost running out of papers..."

"Why didn't I realize that my boyfriend is a nerd," Yang Fan lifted Feng Jimeng up with one hand, "Change clothes, let's go out for a stroll."

During Chinese New Year, even at midnight, Hongcheng is busier than usual.From Baiyang Road down to the river, the whole street is brightly lit, and the willow trees by the river are covered with colorful lights.In addition to the restaurants by the river that are still open, there are also small stalls selling barbecue, fireworks and firecrackers, and various gadgets on the embankment.

But under the shroud of night, people's eyes become dull and blurred, not as full of inquiry as in the daytime, Yang Fan can also hold or hug Feng Jimeng unscrupulously, like all lovers, walking on the street intimately superior.

Yang Fan hooked Feng Jimeng's neck, Feng Jimeng put his hands in Yang Fan's pockets, put his two heads together, chatting or laughing, mingled with the crowd, until Yang Fan went to the house by the river The usual barbecue restaurant.

The various ingredients that the boss quickly roasted exude a rich aroma, while the boss's wife is boiling a large pot of beer on another stove.The liquid is yellow and clear, with lemon, wolfberry, and red dates added to it, and the proprietress is adding rock sugar to it.

Yang Fan swallowed, dragged Feng Jimeng into the shop and sat down.

The two ordered some skewers, and Yang Fan also ordered two cups of piping hot beer.The taste of the boiled wine is very light, and with the addition of these small ingredients, it becomes more sweet and delicious like fruit beer.

After a while, the grilled skewers were served, and the two of them ate the skewers while drinking warm beer, having a great time.Until Feng Jimeng took a bite of the baked glutinous rice cake, fed the remaining half to Yang Fan's mouth, and told him: "This is delicious."

Yang Fanshun ate it with his mouth, and nodded.Before they could speak, there was a burst of laughter and slapping on the table behind them.

They turned their heads curiously, only to find that the eyes of the seven or eight young men were on the two of them.

Just when Yang Fan couldn't tell whether the smile and eyes were kind or malicious, one of the girls with short red hair stood up and walked towards them.He said to them familiarly: "Brother, please answer my question, we invited you two today." She pointed to the people at her table, "How is it?"

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows: "It's fine as a treat, what's your problem?"

"You two," the girl pointed at the two of them with a finger with black nails, "are you a couple?"

Yang Fan frowned, and wanted to say a few casual words to send her away, but Feng Jimeng was a step ahead of him, and had already raised his head and said to the girl: "Yes, why?"

On the contrary, his expressionless face looked overly serious.

The girl let out a cry of excitement, and turned to her table and shouted: "Let me just say it, I won." She called to a man with dreadlocks, "You pay for tonight's expenses," she said again Referring to Yang Fan's table, "Including theirs."

"Thank you, we don't need it," Yang Fan said.

The girl didn't argue: "Why don't you come and share a table with us and have a drink together? It's no fun just for the two of you to drink."

Yang Fan asked for Feng Jimeng's opinion, but Feng Jimeng readily agreed.

The table was shared, and several people ate and drank together. It didn't take long for the pot of beer to run out, and the people at the table became familiar with each other, knowing that the man with dreadlocks was really chasing the red-haired girl.Before leaving, the girl said that they were going to set off cannons by the river and invited the two of them to go together.

Yang Fan and Feng Jimeng hugged each other shoulder to shoulder, shaking their dizzy heads, followed a group of guys they just met, and went to the river to set off cannons.

Accompanied by the rumbling sound, the canopy-like fireworks rose and fell, reflected in their eyes, and the last ray of light disappeared in the silent river.Feng Jimeng stood by the bridge, and Yang Fan hugged him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.

"Mengmeng, stay with me during the Chinese New Year from now on."

Feng Jimeng turned her head to look at Yang Fan: "We have to be together on birthdays."

"Well, all the important and unimportant holidays together."

Feng Jimeng grinned: "We are together every day."

After firing the cannons, we broke up with that team of strange young people.In the middle of the night, the stalls by the river were withdrawn one after another, and the hustle and bustle gradually subsided.Yang Fan and Feng Jimeng held hands and wandered aimlessly, from the riverside to the square, and from the square to Hongzhong campus. In the huge Hongcheng, the two tirelessly measured their footsteps, from late night to early morning.

The sky turned white, the night faded to gray, the air was clear, and the deserted streets became even more lonely. When we returned to the Hongcheng River, there was a thin layer of mist floating on the surface of the river, and the faint smell of gunpowder.

"go home."

"Go and have breakfast first."

Earlier, the shutter door of the shop was only half opened, and the two of them went in and waited for about ten minutes before eating the first steamed buns and the first cup of soy milk.

After coming out of the breakfast shop, it was already daylight, Yang Fan stretched his waist, stared at Feng Jimeng for a moment, and asked him nonchalantly: "Would you like me more at night?"

"Ok?"

"When did you like me the most?"

Feng Jimeng looked at Yang Fan with clear eyes for a while: "When you don't ask such strange questions."

"Tsk, it's boring." Yang Fan casually grabbed Feng Jimeng's shoulder, "Why is he so young, he has no interest at all."

"Brother's interest is to ask such childish questions?"

"..."

"Did you drag me around all night in the winter?" Feng Jimeng said helplessly, "I don't quite understand the world of your literary middle-aged people."

Yang Fan grabbed the back of Feng Jimeng's neck: "It's still exciting, isn't it?"

After successfully arousing Yang Fan's fire, Feng Jimeng shrank her neck and laughed happily.

"Laugh again, believe it or not, I will beat you up."

Feng Jimeng was still grinning, Yang Fan gritted his teeth, and suddenly leaned into his ear, with a wicked voice: "I'm serious, if you laugh again, I'll take off your pants and spank you when you get home."

Feng Jimeng really couldn't laugh anymore, coughed lightly, and suddenly became serious: "Brother, why are you asking that all of a sudden?"

"I won't tell you." Yang Fan waved his hands and strode forward.

Feng Jimeng chased after him to coax him: "Tell me."

"Since you want to know so much..." Yang Fan suddenly smiled, "I won't tell you."

"...You are really naive."

"My pleasure."

"You look like a schoolboy."

"Will brother buy you candy?"

"……You win."