you have to talk to me

"The strongest biological instinct is to continue their own genes through reproduction, so animals will naturally protect their own cubs and let them grow up healthy and reproduce to the next generation. Stray cats and dogs will give up hard-to-get food to birds with cubs They will give food to young birds first, but many human beings don’t love them, those who have children will abandon their health and children, and will abuse their own children.”

Feng Jimeng looked into the distance and his face was blushing from the alcohol for a while, and it was slowly receding. He calmly recounted these things as if it had nothing to do with him.

From what he said, Yang Fan still heard that he was struggling to find a reason why his parents didn't love him.

"If you have to say that human beings with words are much more complicated than ordinary animals, many pursuits of human beings with species have been separated from their instincts and needs. If you say that caring for the next generation is human beings' instinct, then selfishness can also be regarded as an instinct. Sometimes love has an instinct. Sometimes selfish instincts will be overcome, and sometimes they won't."

"Parents are also human beings. Therefore, we have common shortcomings. We have values. Those who promote filial piety lift the role of 'parents' to an exorbitant position and portray them as gentle, loving and representative. When you find that there are parents in your impression Sometimes it is hard to accept that there is too much gap with the real parents."

Feng Jimeng turned her head and stared at Yang Fan very seriously, "So this is the inferiority of higher creatures?"

Yang Fan wrapped his arms around Feng Jimeng's neck and patted him with his shoulders, and put them on his shoulders, feeling a little pity in his heart.Feng Jimeng really wants to explore whether there are genes, instincts or human beings have bad roots.

Yang Fan got up and entered the room, smoked a cigarette from the table, and carried it to the balcony.He leaned on the railing and smoked, lighting the ash into the beer can just now.After a long while, he said, "No, it's the parents' fault, not your fault, to fulfill the responsibility of being a parent. You don't need to blame yourself for the problem, and you don't need to make excuses for them."

"There is no one in this world who should love you without selfishness except yourself."

"You think, no matter how much parents love their children, the short-lived lover who stays with them for the longest time is definitely not unreserved, let alone a loving child. How many people live a good life alone? It is relying on oneself to be firm and loving to oneself.”

After listening to Yang Fan's theory about "love", Feng Jimeng also lay on the balcony, turned her head and looked at him seriously from a very close distance, and said, "Mr. Yang, you should not teach physical education, you should teach ideology and morality. .”

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"I'm talking to you seriously, are you mocking me?" Yang Fan said with a cigarette in his mouth, pinching Feng Jimeng's nape and gnashing his teeth.

Feng Jimeng shrank her neck and begged for mercy, "I'm serious too."

"You say you are serious about it."

"Really, I think what you said is very good. I like myself a little bit."

"..."

Yang Fan, who had been arguing for a while, picked up Feng Jimeng's chin and looked at him carefully for a moment, "Don't worry, I'm sure, people like you."

This kind of handsome guy won't be lacking in people to like him, but the girls in school are still honest. He's so indifferent and has a dog temper. Even if he likes him, he probably wouldn't dare to confess to him.

"Will it be?" Feng Jimeng asked inarticulately with his mouth pinched out of shape.

"This is a society that is good-looking and good-looking. Everyone likes people who ask for directions from strangers. They are more willing to talk to good-looking people."

"Do you like it too?"

Feng Jimeng stared at Yang Fan, a pair of round eyes with eyelashes at the end and longer than the corners of his eyes, his expression was soft like a little white face.I don't know if it's because Yang Fan, who had a red face just now, always felt that his eyes were a bit pitiful.What's more, Yang Fan's awkward string that he asked back lightly plucked.

He let go of Feng Jimeng and retreated back to the original place, "I like a fart, I saw you with green hair and just wanted to light it up for you."

Feng Jimeng lowered her head again and played with her fingers boredly, "Actually, I quite like this color."

"I found that you grew up in an unfriendly environment, which caused your personality and aesthetics to be distorted. Hurry up and correct it. Boy, a man would want to have a green hair on his head."

Feng Jimeng laughed so hard that her shoulders trembled.

Yang Fan looked at him in surprise, "It's really twisted to be able to laugh."

After a while, Yang Fan, who didn't know what he thought of, suddenly became serious.

"It's okay, you're almost an adult too, just grow up."

"Why does everyone say it's okay to grow up?"

Yang Fan smiled at him confidently, "Because this is the truth. Those who grow up can earn money and are independent and don't need to rely on others to live how they want..."

Yang Fan looked at Feng Jimeng's unlucky appearance and smiled, and when he couldn't make a smile, he turned into a gloomy face as soon as he finished speaking, "But you have something to say, it's enough."

"Why?"

"Really, I have the courage to ask. You, the young master who is at the bottom of your grades, can't resist and lift your hands. How can you be independent and look good. According to me, it's better to get you as soon as possible. It’s more realistic to have this green hair shaved and your dad to pretend to be good and let him give you some money at the end.”

Feng Jimeng scratched his face while scratching his hair, and said sadly, "This is unrealistic."

"Why don't you come to my shop and learn how to wash cars, I'll let Dacheng teach you."

"Why did Dacheng teach me?"

"Dacheng is the one with the best patience, he can teach fools well."

……

Feng Jimeng, who was chatting half-seriously with the two, was amused by Yang Fan and giggled for some reason.The sun gradually shifted to the west and cast a layer of soft light on their faces.

Grandma woke up after a particularly long sleep and found that Feng Jimeng was not there at all. She was surprised and soon called him and the one on the left and the one on the right who had overlapping memories of Xu Youlin and called him affectionately. Leave him at home for dinner tonight.

Feng Jimeng was sitting in the living room, and Yang Fan, who was chatting with his grandmother as "Xiao Lin", was cooking in the kitchen.Feng Jimeng took advantage of the gap when he was serving the dishes and asked, "Who is Xiaolin?"

"I used to have classmates."

"Do you have a good relationship?"

"Alright." Yang Fan mumbled and went into the kitchen again.

Feng Jimeng finds it strange to see the old lady being affectionate to this "Xiao Lin" so she shouldn't just make do with it.

Yang Fan's family eats on weekdays. In the dining room, there are not many people. There is a square table with steaming hot water on the table. Three people sit tightly around the table.The old lady couldn't eat much and only cared about serving Feng Jimeng. Yang Fan stopped him several times for fear that Feng Jimeng would mind.But seeing that he was eating quite happily, he was as happy as the old man.

The old lady only cared about holding Feng Jimeng and only cared about eating, and ended up feeling full.After eating, Feng Jimeng felt embarrassed and offered to wash the dishes.Yang Fan was happy to be at leisure, but the old lady scolded Feng Jimeng not to do anything.Yang Fan cursed with a sullen face and had to go to wash the dishes again.

The old lady Feng Jimeng was sitting on the sofa was peeling oranges for him and asked with concern, "Did you pass the monthly exam? How did you rank this time?"

"You study well and take Xiao Fan to study."

"Thank you for your hard work..."

The old lady looked down at the half-peeled orange in her hand that suddenly got stuck in the shell. She didn't know what it was or what to do with it. After thinking for a while, she put the orange into the water glass and took it. The lid is on.

The old lady who Yang Fan cleaned up the kitchen insisted on Feng Jimeng to give him tutoring, and said that Yang Fan didn't like studying and she wanted to watch from the sidelines, making the two of them dumbfounded.Yang Fan quarreled a few times, but the old lady's memory of this was very strong, and in the end, Yang Fan was forced to go into the room and took out two books that he had before. The two sat on the sofa and "tutored".

Feng Jimeng flipped through the high school physics textbook filled with notes, "Ms. Yang is still a top student?"

Yang Fan squinted at him, "It must be better than you."

"Did you bring your homework? Otherwise, write it during this time."

Feng Jimeng first glanced at the old lady and said, "I don't do my homework." The old lady was in a daze again.

"I guess so."

At this time, grandma suddenly turned her head away from her acquaintance, but smiled at Feng Jimeng politely and kindly, "I still have to write homework." Then asked Yang Fan, "Who is it?"

"Oh, I'm a student." He just opened his mouth to talk nonsense to the old lady.

"Then you have to let him do his homework."

"Did you hear that?" Yang Fan glanced at Feng Jimeng, who looked away embarrassedly.

The old lady slept a lot in the afternoon and was very energetic at night. Finally, she felt sleepy and it was almost ten o'clock.

Feng Jimeng, who Yang Fan was playing with his grandma in the back room, was sitting on the sofa.His stomach is heavy, the sofa is soft, his buttocks are sinking, and his head is also dizzy.Originally in an unfamiliar environment, I should be vigilant and have a brain, but now, I feel drowsy and comfortable.

After grandma fell asleep, Yang Fan came out and closed the door.Hearing the sound of a small bell on the door, Feng Jimeng woke up from sleepiness, looked at his phone, stood up, looked at Yang Fan, and said hesitantly, "I'm leaving."

"Well, let's go, let me call a car for you?"

"No need, I called."

Feng Jimeng walked in the direction of the door, a little heavy.

His father only came back to stay for one night, then left under the urging of Xiaosan, his mother slapped him, scolded him a few words, and kept crying downstairs.Feng Jimeng stared blankly for a while, with half of her hot face on her face, caught a glimpse of the clean and bright sunshine outside the window, suddenly felt an urge to see Yang Fan, and then ran here.

He saw Yang Fan's comfort and kindness, but he was always happy, and sometimes he was unhappy but endless.He didn't want to leave, but no, there was a reason to stay here overnight, and now he was even ashamed to ask Yang Fan to take him in for a night.

Feng Jimeng opened the door.

"Feng Jimeng's." Yang Fan grabbed the hair on top of his head and called out to him, "it's too late and it's not safe to be alone. If you ask your mother, she agrees and you can go back tomorrow."

Feng Jimeng stretched out her foot and immediately retracted it, closing the door with a "bang", "She doesn't care about me."

"Call her and talk."

"She really doesn't care."

"If you are told to hit you, hit it."

"Oh."