you have to talk to me

"Yang Fan..."

In the afternoon, Yang Fan didn't have a physical education class, but went back to find a corner where no one was there to smoke.

This place is a small garden behind the old teaching building. The old teaching building has not been demolished after being abandoned. There are few people around, and even the cleaners who clean the campus do not come.There was a thick layer of fallen leaves under his feet. The leaves were soaked by last night's rain, and there was no sound when he stepped on them. Someone made a sound, and Yang Fan realized that someone was coming.Of course, it was because he was thinking about things himself.

Yang Fan knew who it was, did he look back? He was standing on the edge of the abandoned small garden, and there was an artificial lake below.When he was in Hongzhong, this place was secluded and secluded. It was the favorite meeting place for young couples. The artificial lake would be full of lotus in summer.But now the water in the lake has been drained, leaving only the black mud at the bottom of the lake.

Feng Jimeng walked up, side by side with Yang Fan, and stood under the wildly growing branches.

"Yang Fan, I'm sorry." Feng Jimeng lowered his head and didn't look at the dirty lake, but he looked at his feet.

"Call me Teacher Yang."

"Miss Yang, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you."

Yang Fan exhaled a puff of smoke, and along with his hot air, it turned into a few white mist rising in the cold air, and quickly dissipated.

"You, there are many opportunities to talk about."

Feng Jimeng pursed her lips, put her hands in her pockets, and clenched them into fists.

After smoking one cigarette, Yang Fan turned to look at him with the same expression as usual.He didn't, was he angry, disgusted, he was calm, he didn't even ask a question, and he looked at Feng Jimeng, nor was he waiting for an answer.

And because of this, Yang Fan didn't seem to be angry with him anymore, and Feng Jimeng's heart tightened even more, making him even more sad.

"Forget it, I don't know what I'm fussing about with you." Yang Fan seemed to be talking to himself, and even laughed at himself, "Yesterday afternoon, I had a bad attitude. If there is a gift, it's fine. If you can return it, you can return it." If not, I will give you money."

"As for those on the Internet, try to forget it. It's embarrassing. You should not come to the store in the future. If you want to learn, find a good teacher and ask the teacher to redo the learning tasks for you. Don't pay it according to the school's progress. It's more than a year. Should be in time."

After speaking, Yang Fan turned around and walked away and pressed Feng Jimeng's shoulder. The weight of that click seemed to be the superimposition of "You do it yourself" and "We'll stop here" and pressed on Feng Jimeng's shoulder.

"That's it." Feng Jimeng whispered while grabbing a piece of clothes on Yang Fan's back.The acrylic fabric of the sportswear is very slippery, and it will fall off with a little effort. Yang Fan stopped in his tracks, and when he finished speaking, "I haven't said anything, because I'm afraid it will become like this."

"Yang Fan has me and 'door' no different."

As soon as Yang Fan moved, the clothes slipped away from Feng Jimeng's fingers.He watched Yang Fan's back disappear into the corner of the gray-black building and sighed.

For the first time, Feng Jimeng felt that time at school became difficult, and he eagerly waited for school to end, then went to the store to find Yang Fan.

Not letting him go to the store and letting him pretend that none of this happened was what Yang Fan said.But if I like him, I like him very much, I like him very much, as long as he is a boy, I will definitely like him, and that's what Yang Fan said.Yang Fan said that he likes more, and he also expresses more likes from the behavior of singing for him and giving him money.In Feng Jimeng's heart, liking means liking, unless there is a stronger reason than liking and expressing more dislike, he won't let it go.

He can't be counted. He has fallen in love with Yang Fan almost madly, obsessively, and hopelessly.

Feng Jimeng didn't know why it was like this. He was young, but the ups and downs in his family made him used to feelings that were so calm that they were almost numb.He didn't, didn't have much happiness, didn't even have much sadness, didn't have much sympathy and compassion and was kind to other people just because he hated all conflicts. People say that he is indifferent and emotionless, people say that he just doesn't know how to express, and even he himself doesn't know which kind he is.

But the emotion that burst out from Yang Fan surprised even himself.When he really decided to pursue Yang Fan even if he was a stalker, he never thought that he would. Such an obsession seemed to give up everything or go for everything.

In the end, it still didn't work. After school, Feng Jimeng packed a few books in his schoolbag and returned them. There were two homework in English and Chinese that he knew how to write, so he left early.

At this time, the store was not very busy, and other people in the store were already familiar with Feng Jimeng, and told him, "Brother Yang didn't come this afternoon."

"Where did Yang Fan go?"

"I don't know, do you know about Grandma Yang's situation? Brother Yang, you have to watch her from time to time. Are you going to do your homework inside? Then I'll remove the detergent at the door first."

"no need."

Yang Fan wasn't in the store, Feng Jimeng went to Yang Fan's house again, and downstairs in the community, she met her grandmother who was walking around and Feng Wenhui who was looking after her.Grandma recognized him as "Xiao Lin" at a glance and kept waving at him.He walked over to hold grandma's hand to accompany her for a walk, while casually dealing with her nonsensical questions, he asked Feng Wenhui, "Is Aunt Feng with Yang Fan at home?"

"No, why are you looking for him?"

"It's nothing to study."

"Then you call him and ask."

Feng Jimeng only said "um" and didn't say anything else.After Yang Fan logged out his account, you also blocked Feng Jimeng's phone call.

While the two were talking, grandma dragged Feng Jimeng back home together.This is exactly what he intended, so that he could justly wait for Yang Fan at home.

He had dinner at Yang's house, he took out his homework and wrote it, and the old lady looked very happy and satisfied when she watched him do his homework.

He can write more or less Chinese, which is beyond Feng Jimeng's expectation. He can also write in English. Not only can he write, but the accuracy rate is quite high.After a brief surprise, he remembered that he had studied in an international school in Shenzhen from kindergarten to the fourth grade of elementary school. He had always been bilingual. Later, he liked English songs.Subtly, he is indeed better than most Hong middle school students who only started to learn foreign languages ​​in junior high school.

On the first day, I went to Yang Fan's shop to do my physics homework. I was ruthlessly ridiculed because I didn't know anything. Feng Jimeng knew that he should look better.At that time, I was afraid that Yang Fan would find out that his other attempts were to drive him away, and later he was doing Chinese and English.So much so that the teachers of these two subjects were flattered after receiving his homework, and even asked Wu Zhenwen to talk to him. Of course, the main content of the conversation was to persuade him to write other homework as well.

It was already nine o'clock when Feng Jimeng finished the homework of the two subjects procrastinatingly.In the past, Feng Wenhui had already left at this time, Yang Fan washed her grandmother and then sent her into the house, but today it was Feng Wenhui who washed her grandmother.

He packed up his things, "Aunt Feng has me ready to go home."

"Well, be careful on the road with you."

Feng Jimeng hesitated for a moment, as if sighing casually, "Yang Fan didn't come back tonight."

"He won't come back tonight, so he went to Ning City and said to find friends."

"Go to Ning City."

"Yeah, I think he doesn't seem very happy these two days, so let's find a friend to relax." Feng Huiwen brushed his grandmother's teeth, the old lady didn't cooperate, didn't know what she was doing, scolded her, and pushed her away In the end, Feng Wenhui gave up and just put the water on and waited for the water to boil so that she could scald her grandma's feet.

"Grandma's condition varies from good to bad because he is tired and stressed. Don't look at having a happy family every day, such a patient suffers very much. I used to think that my life was miserable..." Feng Wenhui suddenly stopped speaking consciously Realizing that I was complaining to a child, I smiled at him apologetically, "Go back and go to bed early."

Feng Jimeng didn't move, "Aunt Feng, I'll leave my mobile phone number to you, Yang Fan is not at home, and grandma, you can call me for anything."

Feng Wenhui wiped her hands, took out her phone, and sighed, "A good boy has you, heart."

This made Feng Jimeng a little ashamed. He left the phone and suddenly realized that because of his grandma, he would tell Feng Wenhui exactly where Yang Fan went.Yang Fan can disappear from Feng Jimeng's side at any time, but through Feng Wenhui, he can definitely be found.

"It's nothing if grandma likes me and Yang Fan is good to me." This is Feng Jimeng's truth, and grandma always reminds him of his own grandma.

Yang Fan had been drinking alone at the bar of Tata Bar for almost an hour. From time to time, people who offered him drinks were rejected without exception.

Tata is a very famous bar in Ning City. Yu Gang is both the floor manager and one of the partners here.There are a lot of regular customers who come here every night, and Yu just has to deal with it, and now he is moving around like a butterfly between the bar and booths, and he is too busy.

Turning to Yang Fan's side, he just sat down and called the bartender at the bar, "Xiao Zhang, give me a glass of ice water."

After Yu Gang finished drinking in one gulp, he fanned the air with his hands, "Is the heater turned on too high, and it's killing me."

"When will you be, Kong?" Yang Fan frowned to see if he was unhappy.

"Oh, my brother, you don't want to say it in advance, and you will pick the time. Zhao Li is not here today." Zhao Li is another partner in the bar. She is usually in charge of coordinating the gang of liquor sellers. "I They all turned into spinning tops, and they were all exhausted."

Seeing Yang Fan's gloomy face and not speaking, Yu Gang asked, "Your expression is not right, what's the matter?"

When others asked him, Yang Fan couldn't say anything.He was so bored that he couldn't help it, so he came to Yu Gang to express his feelings.

"Didn't you just come to ask me to be your bosom brother? If you asked me and you didn't say yes, then how could I give you peace of mind?"

"We'll talk in another place when you're done."

Yu Gang stared at Yang Fan for two seconds, then turned around and called the deputy manager to ask the deputy manager to watch more, what did he mean, and then he took Yang Fan to his office upstairs.

His office was a mess, he just wrapped the pillows and bedding on the sofa and put them on the desk, and sat down on the sofa with Yang Fan.He smoked a cigarette, and Yang Fan reached out, "Give me one."

Yu Gang gave him cigarettes, took two bottles of beer from the small freezer, raised the caps of the bottles with Lanhua fingers, and handed a bottle to Yang Fan.

"Tell me what happened."

Yang Fan put the beer on the coffee table and pressed his forehead with the hand holding the cigarette, feeling a little painful, "I'm broken in love."