you have to talk to me

Feng Jimeng handed over the bag in his hand, "I'll return your clothes."

Yang Fan pointed at the door with the electric water gun in his hand, "Go in and turn right, just put your clothes in the room inside." He was wearing work clothes and rubber gloves, he looked busy and didn't care what Feng Jimeng said After finishing talking, I left.

Feng Jimeng took the clothes and went in. Sure enough, it was still a small room and it was full of things.A small table was squeezed into the corner of the house by boxes of detergent. On the back of the chair in front of the table was Yang Fan's coat. On the table was a computer and some scattered papers.

Feng Jimeng looked around and saw that there was nothing there, so she took the clothes and put them on the chair in front of the table.When I got up, I glanced at the pile of papers on the table. I wrote, drew, and deleted some sketches.Feng Jimeng's eyes paused for a while, and he saw some familiar sentences—Missing, Needle|I picked it up|Put it in my heart...Rainwater, ink|I soaked in rainwater|Rainwater, letter...

"Why are you still here?" Yang Fan came in and pulled the towel hanging on the wall, wiped his dripping hands, and then wiped his face.

The sky has darkened, the traffic on the road is gradually thinning out, and the busiest time in the store has passed.

Feng Jimeng got up from the small plastic stool in the other corner of the room and looked at Yang Fan, not knowing what to say.

"The clothes are over there." Feng Jimeng pointed to the position of the chair.

"Yeah." Yang Fan went over and took out the clothes from the bag, stuffed them into his canvas satchel, and then quietly squeezed the paper on the table and stuffed them into the satchel.

"Is it still a matter?"

Feng Jimeng lowered her head.

Seeing him in such a dilemma, Yang Fan was suddenly a little proud, "Finally remembered to apologize for your bullshit that day?"

Feng Jimeng put on a wooden face, "That day, you meddled in your own business."

Yang Fan scratched the back of his head, "All right."

"...Then, I want to thank me for reporting this matter to the school for you, so that you have no worries and preserved your Ku Ge avatar?"

"It's your own business too."

Although you shouldn't be as knowledgeable as this kind of kid, Yang Ge has a big heart and enough to punting a boat, but Feng Jimeng, a kid with a submarine and a torpedo, even big rivers can't hold him.Yang Fan's heart was not as wide as the sea, and two torpedoes blasted the veins on his forehead.

No matter what he said, Yang Fan grabbed the back of Feng Jimeng's neck, "Then what are you going to do?"

……

Feng Jimeng doesn't know what he wants to do, maybe it's true, to apologize or thank you, but he just said that others are meddling, and now he can't say anything.

"You said who did you learn from with such an awkward personality? It's really worrying to be pissed off."

Feng Jimeng twisted away Yang Fan's hand and covered the back of her neck with her hand, her ears were a little red.

"It's okay, I'm leaving."

"Feng Jimeng." Yang Fan called him to stop him, "The shop will be done soon. I'll treat guests to some skewers. Do you want to go back after dinner?"

Feng Jimeng looked back at Yang Fan and paused, "No need." After finishing speaking, she put on her schoolbag and quickly disappeared from the shop.

It's really hard for kids nowadays, it's much easier to have the same little bastards with them back then.Yang Fan pouted boredly as he watched Feng Jimeng's back quickly slipping away.Seeing that it was not a customer, I greeted the staff in the store, closed the door early, and went to make skewers together.

door |

Fish from other mountains so early today?

The door is on holiday.

The fish from other mountains is right, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and my shop will also have a day off.

Did the fish from other mountains eat mooncakes?

The door will eat tomorrow.

How does the fish from other mountains spend the Mid-Autumn Festival?

The door didn't pass much there as usual.

Oh, fish from other hills.

Yang Fan fell silent after oh.He just came back from the outside, he was still in good health, he smelled like skewers, he had to take a shower before Feng Wenhui left, and then he came out to look at his grandma.

Since I fell into the hospital three months ago and had an old lady's leg, the degree of dementia has gotten worse and worse.

She spent more and more time in a daze, and Yang Fan performed some simple cognition and memory training on her every night, but she couldn't think of something more and more frequently.Those words that everyone is so familiar with can no longer be familiar with her mouth, as if blown away by a sudden gust of wind.She couldn't figure it out, so she was very anxious and started to curse and lose her temper after repeating it twice.No matter how anxious and uncomfortable Yang Fan was, he had to do the same, and these efforts were just to make her forget slowly.

On the other side, he doesn't know what's going on with the "door". Some people don't like to talk to him recently, and he can obviously feel the other party's indifference.This attitude has already begun to affect Yang Fan's emotions in daily life, and he really can't spare much energy to maintain this hot and cold relationship on the Internet.Facing the reality that his family is a demented old man, Yang Fan has to concentrate on maintaining a positive and optimistic attitude. He really doesn't have extra energy to continue to hurt the spring and the autumn in real life.

Since the other party didn't mean anything to him, Yang Fan also felt that his raging feelings should be contained.As far as the other party is concerned, the slow-heating type sometimes gives him some responses, no matter how bad he is, he is open-minded and honest, Yang Fan feels that he can continue to communicate, even if only as a netizen.If the other party deliberately hangs him so lukewarmly, it's really frustrating.

The word "oh", a full stop, the fish from other mountains would never use this word before, and the sudden use made Feng Jimeng completely blocked.He thought that Yang Fan would offer to send him mooncakes like before, or try to ask him out, even though he would not agree, but the other party didn't say anything, and thus lost his response.

door |

door?

What is the door doing?Are you busy?

The fish in other mountains just took a bath.What's wrong?

What's up, what's up, what's up... Feng Jimeng can't wait to scratch his head, and when the other party gives him the initiative of the conversation, he has no way to continue the conversation.

There is nothing to ask about the door.

Fish from other mountains, then you have finished asking.

Door……

What's wrong with you?I don't think you are very happy.

Is the fish from other mountains really so slow?I have been unhappy for several days.

The door because of me?

If you're a fish from other mountains, I won't take the anger from other places on you.

Feng Jimeng was at a loss again, but this time he was a little smarter, recalled the awkward chat a few days ago, and suddenly realized that Yang Fan was angry because of this.He also brought Yang Fan's emotions about what he said to him at school to the Internet, and he angered him. Now that he thinks about it, Yang Fan doesn't know anything, and he is too immature.

door sorry.

……

Don't be angry.

……

Feng Jimeng looked at the chat box that hadn't responded for a long time and thought that there was no other way.He took off his clothes three times and five times twice, got up from the bed and stood in front of the French window.

There are few people and cars in the villa area, there are fewer lights, and there is only a lonely street light outside the window on the second floor.Is Feng Jimeng's body reflected on the window glass as clear as in the mirror? On the contrary, it adds a kind of hazy sexiness. The dim sleeping lamp in the room and the deep night outside cast a layer on his naked body. Light and dark veil in intertwined shades.

Yang Fan had just finished blowing his hair, and he was taking a cup to drink water, and his grandma went into the room and lay down, and Feng Wenhui was packing up his things and preparing to leave...

"Puff...cough cough...cough..."

"What's the matter, are you okay?" Feng Wenhui turned her head and saw Yang Fan sprayed water on the sofa and bent over coughing fiercely.

Yang Fan kept waving his hands, coughed for a while, and then held his breath, "It's okay, I'm choking."

"Then I'll go first."

"Be careful on the road."

Don't be angry.

You are a fish from other mountains... I simply don't know what to say about you.

The door is still angry?

In your impression, I'm just a fish from other mountains, a womanizer?Low-level enough to ask you to take off your clothes?

I don't know how to coax people. | Poor

The fish from other mountains, go and put on your clothes, it's getting cold.

The door is put on.

What are you going to show me next time?Look at your face that you can't wait to put in the safe?

The door won't be the next time.

Yang Fan has a bad mouth but a soft heart, because he suspects that the other party is deliberately hanging on to him, he feels unhappy, but when the other party's attitude softens, he also softens.

Let me tell you this, baby, I'm past the age of guessing my mind, I really hate playing hard to get, and I'm not good at dealing with other people's hot and cold.You can say what you want or dissatisfaction, even if you are only a netizen, I hope everyone can be more sincere.

Feng Jimeng knew that Yang Fan had misunderstood something, but he couldn't explain it.

I know the door.

After that, don't deliberately leave me alone. It's strange.

Mmm.

Door you sing to me.

Fish from other hills now?

Is the door inconvenient?

Yang Fan thought his grandma had just fallen asleep.Just as he was about to refuse, he suddenly heard a noise in his grandma's bedroom, went in and saw the old lady standing on the bed in her pajamas, walking around, yelling "I want to go home".

Yang Fan found clothes for the old lady to put on, helped her down, and led her out, "Okay, let's go home now."

When he was brought into the living room, he suddenly had an idea, "Is it okay for me to sing to you, grandma?"

The old lady nodded.

Yang Fan took her to the sofa, "Then you sit down first."

The old lady had already forgotten about going home. She sat on the sofa in an orderly manner and kept staring at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan fetched the guitar from the corner of the living room.He just dug it out from a pile of debris a few days ago, wiped off the dust, replaced the rusty strings, and tuned it.

Fish from other mountains, you wait a moment.

Mmm.

Yang Fan connected the voice.

"What do you want to hear?"

The song you wrote last time.

The fingers that were stroking the strings at will suddenly stopped, and Yang Fan's nerves were a little tense for a moment.

"How do you know that I wrote it?"

I went to the music website and searched for the lyrics, but I couldn't find it, so I guess, you wrote it.

Yang Fan gave an embarrassing "hmm" and explained, "I used to write it when I was bored in school."

The door sounds nice.Can I sing it again?You didn't sing well last time.

Yang Fan wanted to refuse. Some people didn't know, but fortunately, he knew the lyrics and music. If he wrote it, he sang it again, but he was embarrassed and resisted.He was afraid to hear those words—

"You sing really well, let me make your debut."

"Songwriter Du, you wrote it yourself, you are too talented, are you going to release an album?"

"When will Brother Fan release an album? I've been waiting for you."

……

He was about to refuse when he suddenly raised his head and saw the old lady urging him with a clear expression, "Sing, listen to singing."