you have to talk to me

Su Minglang appeared for a short time, like a stone thrown into the center of a lake, the stone disappeared quickly, and the aftermath oscillated endlessly.Those in the small group were caught in the economy temporarily or for a long time, and Qin Xuan and Yuan Anping, who were struggling, were hit even harder.Money, the pain may disappear with time, there are feelings, but the cracks cannot be smoothed out. Not long after the New Year, the two still separated.Following the separation of the two, the small group gradually disintegrated. Yang Fan got the news from Yu Gang that everyone no longer got together to play.

Although Yu Gang was not a direct victim, this incident had a great impact on him. He pondered over this incident for a long time and told Yang Fan his thoughts.

He said that if it were a straight person, there would definitely not be so many people who were deceived.The reason why so many people believe that Su Minglang exists is because of his gay status.Because minority groups are generally persecuted, they will hold together psychologically, and they will distrust people outside the group, and they will have less trust in themselves. The group has a natural sense of trust and belonging, so he said, the credibility of his words is higher. .

In addition, people have original doubts about herd mentality, and people have seen that they trust and friends have done that, and their doubts are instantly dispelled, including Qin Xuan.At the beginning, he didn't plan to invest so much. It was also because he saw other people investing in it one after another. He added an additional 200 million in the later stage.And other people followed him because he invested money in it.

He said yes, in fact, you can see that Qin Xuan and the others are not short of money, but they are still cheated.So being cheated, besides being greedy, people still have a sense of insecurity.I found that the more restless you are, the less conservative you are and the more inclined you are to take risks for profit.Our group has a higher sense of insecurity due to social factors, so it is easier to be radical and aggressive.

In fact, Yang Fan didn't have much other ideas except for a little sympathy for his friends who were cheated out of money.For the past, the meaning of brooding about misfortune is not important, but how to make money back in the future, so I don’t have much interest in Yu Gang’s "philosophical thinking".

Feng Jimeng was busy pestering Yang Fan before, but now he is busy studying and has no feeling for Su Minglang's disappearance.For those who have been cheated out of money, people don't care if Su Minglang cheated him of the 20 or returned it, making him a special kind of victim, and it doesn't matter if he exists.

Su Minglang is a fraudster, and the facts either made him hate or like that person more.Only one point, that person suddenly became three-dimensional in his heart.Before, I always felt that Su Minglang’s behavior was weird, and his words were strange and lame. Some movie actors could only perform poorly, making people incomprehensible. Some characters, but once this character added the element of a fraudster, he suddenly became vivid and vivid. live.Looking back on the interactions between the two of them, he can probably tell which ones are Su Minglang, and which ones are performances.But it didn't matter and he didn't care.

He cared, the little cat was scrawny a month after being taken home by Yang Fan, and its body grew fleshy and its skeleton stretched out, and it was only four months before it could be predicted that it would be a strong, big cat in the future.Although it was named Xiaohua, it was only later that I realized that it was a male cat.

He cared, the final exam was coming soon and he was in a hurry to study, the course was far from keeping up with the school, the progress was expected to be at the end of the year, and the grades would be terrible.He originally wanted to make a big progress for a while and make Yang Fan look at him with admiration, so he worked extra hard, but he couldn't see any effect for the time being.For Feng Jimeng, the only thing he can see, progress is that he can sit still now.During the tutoring class, I could sit still and listen to lectures for two or three hours in a row, and sometimes I was at school, and I could also sit still in class to read and do homework.

Probably quite a few people were surprised by him, but Hou Wen, who had changed, said it because Feng Jimeng really couldn't ask the teacher about the basic knowledge points in the first year of high school or even in junior high school, but he was reluctant to ask Hou Wen.

Among Hou Wen's grades, there are more than 50 students who are given according to Wu Zhenwen, and his admission rate depends on him in the key undergraduate course and the ordinary one, and his position swings from side to side.Jian Hang's grades are considered good, there are more than [-] in the semester, but Feng Jimeng doesn't think that Jian Hang will give him a lecture.

Just after the new year, Zheng Kai came back and Yang Fan came back, and the substitute class came to an end.Although the volleyball team is very reluctant to have him, there is no way.After the last training, Yang Fan invited them to have a meal.

Feng Jimeng originally planned to quit the volleyball team. One day after training, he was going to tell Zheng Kai that Zhang Jiarui would take him away first.That day, Hou Wen had a team for his birthday, and everyone went. They reserved a private room in the hot pot restaurant, made a fuss in the middle of the night, and drank alcohol.Feng Jimeng drank the whole bottle and felt dizzy. Looking at Zheng Kai, she always felt that something was important, and she couldn't remember the thing without saying it.If there is such an interruption, I will leave the team. If the matter is put on hold for the time being, I will still be less interested and train hard with everyone every week.

Because of him in making up lessons, the days are so fulfilling that they are about to explode, so the days pass quickly.Also because he was too busy, he didn't have time to find Yang Fan.Every day before going to bed, I have time to stop and think about whether he has opened his circle of friends to see if he has, or chatted a few cats occasionally on WeChat.

Feng Jimeng occasionally raises his head from the textbooks and the sea of ​​questions, and sometimes he sees something rare in his eyes. He is looking forward to the winter vacation. This is the first time that he, like other students, is so eager for the long vacation. Yang Fan felt a sense of presence in front of him.

On the day of the end of the final exam, he refused his teammates to have dinner together, and the invitation was light and joyful as if he had grown wings, and he rushed to Yang Fan's store, but he received a call from the tuition center on the way.

"Feng Jimeng, did you go home after the exam? Where are you? Haven't you gone far? If you haven't gone far, you'll be back soon. I have you. The tutors for several subjects are in the center. Let's discuss your winter vacation and make arrangements to help you Catch up with school as soon as possible, the progress is faster."

When I came out of the tuition center again, Feng Jimeng fluttered, her wings drooped, her shoulders shrunk, she scrambled, and she became discouraged, old hen.

The remedial course center arranged for him four hours in the morning, four hours in the afternoon, and three hours in the evening. The days would last until the 28th year, and there would be another round on the third day of the new year.With such high concentration and intensity, tutoring can almost allow him to keep up with the progress of school when the school starts.As for the key and difficult points, there are leaks and vacancies, and there are only after school starts, and it is the weekend.The four teachers concentrated their strength to deal with him alone. There was a meeting, sometimes with a blank expression on his face, Feng Jimeng looked up tired, and his eyes saw some kind of broken boat, determination on their faces.

"Hahaha, it's really miserable, and I sympathize with you."

Yang Fan had long said that after the exam, he would treat Feng Jimeng to a meal.Feng Jimeng didn't know why Yang Fan invited him to dinner, but he agreed without thinking.It's a pity that classmate Feng's schedule is so full that he even has time to eat for the person he is in love with, and the time can only be squeezed out by the math teacher who has a bad stomach and diarrhea.

"I also feel that I'm miserable." Feng Jimeng said it sincerely.

They are by the Hongcheng River, a Sour Soup Chicken eats chicken, there are two people on the second floor with a window, the location.The shop is traditional, decorated with mahogany, with Yang Fan holding a cigarette with his hand resting on the carved flower, and there is smoke on the low window sill slowly drifting out from the window through the gap.He held the colander in the other hand and rolled it out of the hot soup, picked it up from the pot and cooked it, and put the dishes into Feng Jimeng's bowl.

"Yeah, I don't have enough brains, eat more and make up for it."

Yang Fan retracted the spoon and put it in the middle of the table, put the pot on the window sill, retracted his hand from time to time to take a puff of cigarette, he didn't move his chopsticks very much, his eyes were a little playful, and sometimes he glanced at Feng Jimeng with a smile.

Feng Jimeng raised his face from the bowl and looked at Yang Fan.He felt that the air in the store was becoming more and more stagnant, and the heat in the pot made his cheeks wet and hot.

Yang Fan glanced at him from under his face, "Don't you like winter bamboo shoots?"

"No."

Feng Jimeng lowered her head again and ate up the winter bamboo shoots that were just left.When he raised his face again, he met Yang Fan's eyes again.

Feng Jimeng just swallowed the food, the food was purely subconscious, and he licked his lip ring for the movement.

Yang Fan turned his head and smoked, and looked away abruptly.

A question mark suddenly appeared in Feng Jimeng's mind, but soon he realized that the action just now made his face burn, and he quickly lowered his head and wiped his mouth with a piece of paper.

He didn't do it on purpose, Feng Jimeng thought that Yang Fan should know that he didn't do it on purpose, right?

"Aren't you going to eat?" The pot had been boiling for a while, but Yang Fan didn't move his chopsticks yet.

"Eat." Yang Fan stubbed out the cigarette butt, tore open the paper bag, called the waiter with chopsticks and asked for a bottle of cold beer, and asked Feng Jimeng, "What else do you want to drink?"

Feng Jimeng watched the waiter pry it open for him, steaming, and the beer said, "Beer is fine."

Yang Fan glared at Feng Jimeng, then turned to the waiter and said, "Get another can of Coke with ice."

Feng Jimeng smacked his lips and complained softly, "Then what can you ask?"

"I thought you kid would be conscious. Did you expect you to be so unconscious?"

Feng Jimeng didn't dare to contradict you, but continued to mutter, "Drinking some wine is nothing but not getting drunk. I will be 18 after the new year, and you are not my teacher now."

What kind of implication does Feng Jimeng's words contain? Yang Fan naturally knew it, so he didn't care about it.

Feng Jimeng waited tensely to see what Yang Fan had to say, but the other party ignored him, so he lowered his head and ate in resentment.However, Feng Jimeng was still very happy, and he thought about whether Yang Fan took the initiative to invite him to dinner, or invited him alone, because he hadn't seen him for many days, and wanted to stay alone with him for a while.

"Feng Jimeng, how did you do in the final exam?"

"Ah?" All the fantasies were brought back to their original form in an instant, Feng Jimeng said with a bitter face, "It's not that good, there are more than 900."

"The progress has at least changed from four digits to three digits."

Feng Jimeng couldn't tell if Yang Fan was teasing him and explained embarrassingly, "It will be better next time. After the winter vacation, I will catch up with school and progress."

Yang Fan raised his wine glass and nodded his chin.Feng Jimeng also raised the coke can. Yang Fan held the glass with two fingers and touched Feng Jimeng, the coke can.

"Come on, there is a boy." After speaking, he raised his head and drank a glass of yellow liquid in one gulp.

Feng Jimeng took a small sip of the ice-cold Coke, which was fine and dense, and when the bubbles burst in his mouth, it was happy and delicious.He lowered his head and raised his head, and finally couldn't help but said, "Can I go to your house for the Spring Festival?"