you have to talk to me

A few days ago, Feng Jimeng received a call from Feng Changxiong.

The first sentence on the phone was to ask, "How did you score in the final exam?"

"More than 200." Feng Jimeng said lightly, neither proud nor guilty, completely flattered.

Feng Changxiong stopped wanting on the phone.It stands to reason that he should be very satisfied now compared to the tens of points before, but for more than 200 points, he really can't say anything nice, so he just doesn't say it.

"I heard you are making up lessons."

"Ah."

"How's it going?"

Feng Jimeng could hear that his father's tone was very relaxed, which meant that he was in a good mood.However, Feng Changxiong would usually call him when he was in a good mood, and then make Feng Jimeng feel uncomfortable, and Feng Jimeng would never let him down.

"not so good."

"You... All right, you know that studying is just a good thing. Tutoring is good. We will talk about it after your grades are better." Feng Changxiong gave himself a step, and then he said, "Your grandfather is coming over for the Spring Festival. It's you. Come with him, I'll send someone to pick you up."

"I'm in Hongcheng."

"Hong Cheng, what's so fun is that you came here." Feng Changxiong might be at home, but he lowered his voice a little, "Your aunt is not here, it's because she's going back to her mother's house for the Spring Festival, and our grandpa and I have a quiet New Year."

"I don't have time for tutoring." Feng Jimeng ruthlessly refused again without giving him any face.

"I know that your tutoring is on the first day of the new year, so you won't make it up. I'll send you back when it's time for your tutoring." Feng Changxiong became a little angry as he spoke.

But Feng Jimeng was never moved by his father's anger.

"I'm going to rest on New Year's Day."

"I hung up when I fell asleep." After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Feng Jimeng fell on the bed and turned over. During this time, his father contacted him a little more frequently.He didn't know if his mother told his father that he was taking tutoring, which pleased his father, and if his mother happily told him that day that she had found out that the second child also had a daughter.He also said that his father had an operation some time ago, and God opened his eyes, just so that the little bitch could no longer be pregnant with his father's seed.He Xianglan was convinced that Feng Jimeng had the only root of the Feng family because his father would leave all his property to him one day.

When He Xianglan was happy, she planned to go back to her hometown for the New Year.She goes back to her rural hometown in Lin Province every Spring Festival. She prepares gifts for the seven aunts and eight aunts in her hometown one month in advance and prepares red envelopes for the whole family.Every year, the driver would take her back in the family's SUV, filling the entire trunk and back seat with the things he brought back.

Feng Jimeng went back with her once because he always thought that He Xianglan was very close to her natal family, but later found out that it was just one of her ways to show off.She gave expensive gifts to her rural relatives, but she looked down on them a little bit. She wore her international famous brands among a group of people who even had counterfeit brands with hundreds of dollars, which was a vivid performance of "stand out from the crowd".But in Feng Jimeng's eyes, there is no difference between his mother and her natal family.He doesn't care about his mother's superficiality, but he doesn't like that kind of occasion, so he won't go back to his hometown with his mother during the Spring Festival.

Most of the time, he spends a few days at his grandfather's house.On the [-]th or the first day of the new year, his father will come back, and his mother will also come back on this day. It seems that the family will have a reunion dinner. Moreover, his grandpa will be in charge of the meal, at least there will be no quarrel.Occasionally, his father would pick up his father if he couldn't leave. At this time, Feng Jimeng just lived alone for a while. In fact, it doesn't make much difference if he is with his family. The only difference is that the meal is upstairs. Eat in the restaurant and eat in the bedroom upstairs.

But this year is the place where he especially wants to spend the New Year.In fact, this has little to do with whether there is a Spring Festival or not. It's just him. Of course, these few days of vacation must be fully utilized.

After he explained his family's arrangements during the Spring Festival, he looked at Yang Fan with some expectation.

Yang Fan seemed to be a little hesitant, and answered immediately.

Feng Jimeng pursed her lips and said quietly, "It's fine if it's inconvenient, anyway, I often celebrate the New Year alone."

Yang Fan pressed the chopsticks on the table and forced a smile from the corner of his mouth, "Who are you pretending to be pitiful with?"

Feng Jimeng looked indifferent, "No, I'm used to pretending to be pitiful. In fact, it's fine to be alone, but my mother is not around, so at least I can live a clean life for a few days."

Yang Fan frowned, "Come on." He seemed to have convinced himself again that "it's just a matter of extra chopsticks."

Yang Fan thought that the Chinese New Year that Feng Jimeng said was only the night of the New Year's Eve. The New Year's Eve is a time for everyone to reunite and enjoy the whole family. He would also find a lively place to stay for a while, but he never expected him to be on the 28th night. Here we go.

It was almost twelve o'clock at night, Feng Jimeng was afraid that his grandma would wake him up when he fell asleep, so he stood at the door of the house and called Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was already asleep at that time, but he was awakened by a phone call, and then he heard Feng Jimeng whispering on the other end of the phone, "I'm here."

He fell into a dazed sleep and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm coming to your house to celebrate the New Year. I'm at the door, and you opened the door for me."

Yang Fan opened the door with black lines on his hair, and Feng Jimeng stood outside the door in the cold, holding the phone and smiling at him, carrying a big bag on his back.

Yang Fan frowned tightly, staring at Feng Jimeng up and down, and finally lowered his voice angrily, "I remember correctly that today is only the 28th of the twelfth lunar month."

Feng Jimeng lifted her feet and walked into the house. First, she put the bulging bag on her back on the ground, and then took the slippers from the shoe cabinet. She looked familiar, just like going back to her own home, and she started talking. Very confident, "Well, I came early."

The twitching tendon on Yang Fan's forehead was because he didn't believe that Feng Jimeng had a thick skin.How could it be that he is quite introverted, shy and easily blushes, his skin should be thinner than paper.Later, when Feng Jimeng pestered him, he still didn't accept this reality, only when he was young and frivolous, his blood drowned his face.But now he believes that this brat is not only thick-skinned, but also very good at pushing his nose on his face.

"What's in the bag?"

"Change of clothes and homework."

"..." Not only did he push his nose up, but he was justified, "Do you mean to live forever?"

Feng Jimeng, I'm a little embarrassed because Er Guo Honghong said, "If you don't mind, I can live until the start of school."

"I don't mind." Yang Fan lost his sleepiness, his face sank and he said, "Get out after the Chinese New Year."

"Oh, that's good." Feng Jimeng didn't seem to mind at all.

"Don't take a bath tonight. Grandma is already asleep. Keep your voice down."

"I know I washed it at home."

Yang Fan snorted and laughed in a completely convincing way.

"You're well prepared." He picked up Feng Jimeng's bag casually.

Feng Jimeng followed Yang Fan to the room he lived in before, and the room was the same as before.Yang Fan put his bag on the bay window and went back to his room to hug him.

While putting on the quilt, he asked him, "Have you eaten tonight? If you haven't, I'll make you some noodles."

I couldn't wait to come here after finishing my lessons, actually I haven't had time to eat yet, but Feng Jimeng was too embarrassed to ask Yang Fan to cook for him so late, so I just said I ate.

"That's all right for you to sleep." After making the bed, Yang Fan went out.

Feng Jimeng packed her bag happily.First, I took out the pile of homework left by the cram school teacher. It was winter vacation homework, he didn't have to do it, but the cram school homework had to be checked in the third grade of junior high school, so he had to do it quickly.Then he took out a set of fleece pajamas and prepared to change into a bed.He was wearing a down jacket, but he was freezing on the way here.

Just as he took off his shirt, he was holding his pajamas to his chest and making gestures when Yang Fan suddenly pushed the door open and came in with a cup of hot milk in one hand and an electric heater in the other.

Feng Jimeng froze suddenly because Yang Fan glanced at him, and the two eyes immediately opened, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.Originally, Feng Jimeng was only taken aback, but because Yang Fan's movement of averting his eyes was too obvious, he suddenly became awkward.Whenever he felt awkward, he covered his chest with his clothes and stared straight at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan didn't look at whether he put the milk on the window sill or put the electric heater at the foot of the bed.

"Can you use the electric stove? Keep it away from the bed when it's on, don't kick the quilt up, and turn it off before going to bed." Yang Fan bent over to insert the plug and turned on the stove while talking.

It wasn't until he went out and closed the door, then look at Feng Jimeng.

When the door was opened, it was clear that she took off her clothes just now, and it was still quite cold, so she didn't know if there was an electric stove, the temperature was too high, and Feng Jimeng's whole body felt a little feverish.

But why did Yang Fan cast aside his eyes? Why did he not look at himself when he spoke? hapiness.He wasn't sure what he felt was, anyway, a light sweetness.

Feng Jimeng calmed down for a while, he huddled under the quilt, took out his mobile phone, and clicked on the chat box with Yang Fan.He wanted to say something about their conversation the last time he slept in this room, and the song he sang to him was the one about rainy days.

But Feng Jimeng suddenly thought that Yang Fan didn't like to mention the things they had done online, so he just let it go, and Feng Jimeng felt that he had become a little smarter.Because of this discovery he laughed alone.

The phone vibrated twice.

Sailing, don't laugh, it's sleep.

Moe.

Good night Moe.

Feng Jimeng held the phone and waited for a while, but it didn't work, so he was scratching his head when he waited for the good night from the opposite side.

Where is Meng Xiaohua?

Sail it to sleep.

Where did Meng sleep? I didn't see it.

Sailing in grandma's room is warm.

cute.

Sailing to sleep.

Meng is good night.

……

Meng, your home is still celebrating the Spring Festival, who is it?

No one is sailing.

Moe, who are they?

Sailing me, grandma, sister Feng and Dacheng joined you this year.

Is there any other relatives?

Sailing doesn't go very well.

Yangfan, I said, are you going to sleep or not, or are you going downstairs to run two laps?

Moe wants to sleep.

Meng I sleep is good night.

Yang Fan quickly sleep with you.

……

Good night sailing.