you have to talk to me

At the end of June, the results of the college entrance examination came out.

Feng Jimeng and Yang Fan drove along the classic West Sichuan Great Ring Road, passing through more than 20 urban scenic spots along the way.Yang Fan drove alone, and the trip took about two weeks.

They set off in the summer of June, but they experienced the four seasons repeatedly on the way, including the perennial snow on the top of the mountain, the endless green meadows of the grasslands, the blue and green lakes hidden in the deep mountains, and the magnificent and sacred mountains on the plateau. temple……

They stopped and went, and Yang Fan made ample preparations, not only food and clothes, but also medicine, sleeping bags, and climbing equipment.Sometimes he couldn't find a hotel at night, so he slept in the car all night, and sometimes he didn't meet a restaurant for dinner, so Yang Fan used an alcohol lamp to cook a simple meal.Two people in one car, accompanying each other and relying on each other, have a feeling of being dependent on each other, enjoying the beautiful scenery during the day and making love wildly at night.

Yang Fan didn't know what was going on, he was already a man in his 30s, it stands to reason that the demand for men would drop off a cliff after they were 30 years old.He could think of his years in 27, 20, when he was single for a long time, and he seldom entertained himself. As Yu Gang often said, his few desires were almost petrified.But this journey seems to be back, with strong needs and high energy, just like a Teddy in estrus.He believes that this aspect is healed by nature, and secondly, he has a sense of crisis. After all, his boyfriend is not yet [-] years old, so he must not age prematurely.

On the other hand, Feng Jimeng was very calm, almost passively cooperating with Yang Fan, and rarely made requests in this regard.Yang Fan thought it was because he was too proactive and fed the child too much, but there was a small voice in the bottom corner of his heart, his family Mengmeng might not be particularly good at it, there was such a A little bit of indifference, at least not the enthusiasm he should have for this matter at his age.

For some reason, this discovery made Yang Fan heave a sigh of relief.

Feng Jimeng did well in the exam, with a total score of [-], but Feng Jimeng didn't respond to this, because the score was similar to his estimate, which was expected.

As soon as the scores were checked, Zhang Jiarui and Hou Wen all called, and he also quickly learned the scores of the other members of the study group.

Zhang Jiarui was six hundred and sixty, which was considered a normal performance level, and Bailan was also six hundred and five, but in the end, he still failed to surpass Zhang Jiarui in terms of performance.Hou Wen was the only one who performed abnormally. He was even short of [-]. After asking Feng Jimeng's grades, he hung up the phone without saying anything.And he learned from Zhang Jiarui that Jian Hang performed exceptionally well and passed the [-] exam in one breath, ranking in the top [-] in the province, and also ranked first in science in Hongzhong.

On the first day of July, Feng Jimeng went to school to listen to a lecture on filling in volunteers, and at the gate of Hongzhong, he ran into a beaming young couple—Zhang Jiarui and Bai Lan who were holding hands.The two also saw Feng Jimeng, and subconsciously let go of each other's hand, feeling a little embarrassed.

Zhang Jiarui didn't rush over for the first time, but touched the back of his head to say hello first, and then asked: "Where did you go a while ago? The phone is not connected, and the message will not be returned."

"Going on a self-driving tour, sometimes there is no signal in the mountains."

Of course, this is also part of the reason, but he didn't reply to him when he got a signal afterwards. The main reason is that Zhang Jiarui usually talks nonsense. After the point of receiving it, there is no point in replying.

"No wonder, you're all tanned. Is it fun?"

"Quite fun."

Zhang Jiarui took a look at Bai Lan: "Then tell us carefully later, we are also going to get the notice to go out to play, staying at home for 20 days is too boring."

Bailan fiddled with the phone, raised her head and said to the two, "Let's go, go directly to the auditorium, the monkey has occupied a seat for us."

Hou Wen came early in the morning and took some of the best seats in the middle of the third row facing the podium in the classroom. He was still so strict and disciplined.

After being seated, Feng Jimeng found that Hou Wen's expression was not very good, and he was listless. No wonder, he didn't get the score he wanted, and it was difficult to get into the school he wanted to go to.Hou Wen, like Feng Jimeng at the time, wanted to be admitted to Ningda University. At that time, the two of them made a superficial agreement to take care of Ningda University.But with his current grades, it can't be said that he has no chance of being admitted to Nanjing University, but it is very dangerous.

Feng Jimeng didn't take the initiative to talk about his achievements, but looked around and asked, "Where's Jian Hang?"

"I don't know." Hou Wen said sullenly. The mention of Jian Hang obviously made him even more unhappy.

Feng Jimeng looked at Zhang Jiarui, Zhang Jiarui shook his head, he didn't know what happened between the two, but it looked like they had a quarrel.In order to ease the atmosphere, he took the initiative to say: "I just sent a message to Jian Hang, and he said that he is in the principal's office. It is estimated that the admissions teacher of a certain university came to him."

"Hey, actually, the exam is a matter of luck. Captain Jane just stepped on shit luck. He told me that his estimated score was no more than [-]." He peeked at Hou Wen while talking, Hou Wen didn't respond to this either.

The atmosphere in the "study group" was a bit awkward, so I had to shut up and listen to the teacher on the podium how to choose a school, and the precautions for filling in the application form.

The classroom was noisy, everyone around was chatting about their grades and their preferred schools, and the teacher on the stage didn't care too much.After a while, Hou Wen asked Feng Jimeng: "What school are you going to apply for?"

Feng Jimeng didn't answer immediately, he wanted to know what Yang Fan thought about the future.At present, he also knows that the car wash shop may be difficult to open, but Yang Fan has not taken the initiative to tell him these things.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Hou Wen said to himself again: "It's a waste of your grades to apply to Ningda University. You can apply to a better school."

"Let's talk about it, I haven't thought about it."

"En." Hou Wen passed Feng Jimeng and asked Zhang Jiarui and Bai Lan, "What about you two? You two should be able to apply to the same school."

Bai Lan frowned: "It's so hard to choose, I haven't thought about it yet."

Zhang Jiarui added: "Should apply to schools in Beijing or Shanghai, the medical level in first-tier cities is better."

Bailan glanced sideways at Zhang Jiarui.

"What about you?" Feng Jimeng asked Hou Wen.

Hou Wen lowered his head, and said with some difficulty: "My parents are not satisfied with my grades. They feel that I have not performed to a normal level, and want me to repeat for a year."

Zhang Jiarui stretched his neck and leaned over: "Your grades are pretty good too. You have a decent amount of money. What are your parents thinking? How tired you are from repeating the exams and how stressed you are, you can leave as soon as you can."

"What do you think? After all, you are the one who will study again." Feng Jimeng said lightly.

"I don't want to repeat it. I don't have the mental capacity to bear it." Hou Wen opened the volunteer guidebook on the table, "If I don't repeat it, I plan to report to Master Ning."

Bai Lan said again: "It's a waste to report to Teacher Ning, you should choose a 211 for your grade."

"Besides Ningda, there are no other 211s in Ningshi."

"What about going to other provinces? Aren't you with Jian Hang? You can't be in the same school, at least you can be in a city. Have you discussed it with him?"

Hou Wen raised his head suddenly, and said in a very unhappy tone, "It doesn't matter which school I go to?"

Seeing that the other three were surprised by him, Hou Wen realized that he had lost his composure. He explained: "I don't want to be too far away from home. Teacher Ning is very good. You can return to Hongcheng to be a teacher after graduation."

Feng Jimeng pressed Hou Wen's shoulder: "Just do it according to your own ideas. Only you know what suits you best."

"Ah."

Seeing that Hou Wen was in a better mood, Zhang Jiarui finally couldn't help asking: "Monkey, did you quarrel with Jian Hang?"

Hou Wen didn't answer, pretending he didn't hear.

After the voluntary reporting lectures, the head teachers of each class also called those who did well in the class to guide them one by one.Feng Jimeng was not liked by the head teacher of class 18, but Wu Zhenwen called him away, asked him what he thought, and recommended some schools to him.

When he came out of Wu Zhenwen's office, he happened to meet Jian Hang who was with the head teacher of class 16, so he called him: "The study group has dinner with old friends at night..."

Before he finished speaking, Jian Hang glanced at him, expressionless: "I won't go, you guys can eat."

"You and Hou Wen..."

"I have something else to do, I'll go first."

Hearing the word "Hou Wen", Feng Jimeng could clearly see his collapsed face and the gloomy look lingering between his brows, which did not match his top spot in science on the Gold List.

There are only four people who eat skewers at night.Based on the idea that there is no conflict that cannot be resolved by a series of meals, Zhang Jiarui called Jian Hang, who rejected him again.Since he couldn't solve it with a meal, and he couldn't solve it with a dozen beers, he asked Hou Wen to call.

Hou Wen suddenly stood up and wanted to leave: "You told him I wasn't here, and he came."

……

After spending a long time, Zhang Jiarui repeatedly promised not to call Jian Hang again, and Hou Wen finally stayed.Originally, I wanted to ask them what happened, but now it's hard to ask.

Because of the conflict between "Jian Hou and his wife", the meal was also a little silent. Everyone just chatted about the grades and scores of the classmates in the class, who passed the exam, who failed the exam, and who wanted to repeat... Only Feng Jimeng ate food in silence, then buried his head in playing with his phone.

Zhang Jiarui snatched Feng Jimeng's phone: "Brother Meng, you are not honest, our buddies finally had a meal, you are playing with your fucking phone..."

Zhang Jiarui lowered his head inadvertently, and saw the chat history on the screen.

Yang Fan: When will you come back?

Door: Come back after dinner.

Yang Fan: Did you drink with your classmates?Do you want me to pick you up?

Door: I drank a little, so I don't need to pick it up.

Yang Fan: With your drinking capacity, let me pick you up after dinner, remember to call me.

Door: Yes.

Yang Fan: Come back early.

Door: OK.

Yang Fan: Forget it, you guys have fun, have fun, and there will be fewer opportunities to play together in the future.

Yang Fan: If you go to other places to play, remember to tell me the address, pay attention to safety, and I will pick you up after the end.

Zhang Jiarui's colorful face seemed to have opened a dyeing workshop, and he really wanted to make a phone call to confirm whether this "Yang Fan" was also the "Yang Fan" on his WeChat.Although the facts are obvious, he still doesn't quite believe that this is the "Teacher Yang" who is over 1.8 meters [-] tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and big chest muscles that can pinch someone to death.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiarui shuddered all over, and hastily returned the phone to Feng Jimeng.

Feng Jimeng didn't care that the chat record was seen by Zhang Jiarui, took back the phone calmly, and continued to reply to Yang Fan.

Men: I'll be back after dinner, it won't be very late.