you have to talk to me

It's hard to say that the spirit is high and the darkness is still there. The tutoring made him develop the habit of getting up early and the precious holiday. On the first day, he woke up on time at seven o'clock.With his ears sideways, there was no movement outside, and even Xiao Hua hadn't gotten up yet.

Feng Jimeng toiled on the bed for a while, and had a hard time choosing the latter between going back to sleep and getting up to do homework.Since the tutoring started, I have lost a lot of contact with Yang Fan, but I don't know why, but the distance between the two seems to be a little closer.If this is the case, he will take his promise seriously, and maybe Feng Jimeng will be able to get up in an instant when the zombie suddenly returns to his soul when he thinks about it.

Throwing off the quilt, I was trembling, put on my clothes, put some water first, washed lightly, and went back to the room to get the books.The thief seemed to be passing by Yang Fan and his grandma, facing the door and the aisle, and he retreated between the two doors.

Both doors were ajar, and Yang Fan was sleeping on his side, with his face facing the door, and facing the opposite room, where his grandma was on the bed.Looking at the bell on the door, he knew that Yang Fan would always pay attention to the movement in the opposite room even if he was sleeping.

Feng Jimeng paused, stared at Yang Fan outside the door for a while, then walked in from the door sideways.

Outside the door, you can only see the corner of Yang Fan’s room, with his single bed and bedside table, and the two walls next to the bed are covered with band posters.

After entering, there is a whole room that falls into Feng Jimeng's eyes.

No wonder he only slept in a single bed. This room is smaller than the other two. It seems that only a storage room is the size.The bed took up half of it, with a desk at the foot of the bed, a notebook, a few packs of cigarettes, a mess of papers, and a device that Feng Jimeng didn't know what to do.A chair was randomly placed on Yang Fan's clothes, including pajamas and pajamas on top, and threw them into a ball.Looking in through the quilt when the neck was stretched apart, he inadvertently discovered that Yang Fan was used to sleeping naked, Feng Jimeng quickly looked away.There are also two guitars hanging on that wall.On the bedside table here are mobile phones, earphones, ashtrays, cigarettes and lighters.A piece of gray in front of the bed is a plush rug.

Feng Jimeng sat on the carpet with his head down, his eyes completely covered Yang Fan's face from top to bottom.He had never had the opportunity to see Yang Fan from such a close distance, but the close distance not only did not make him see more clearly, but even made him less clear.

Thick black eyebrows and eyelashes are sunken in thick ink, eye sockets are straight, nose bridge is full, lips are eye corners and lip corners are fine lines on the skin, chin is protruding, and cyan stubble...they are all in a state of separation and combination There are innumerable forms of what he likes.Feng Jimeng wanted to see more clearly, so his face got closer and closer. When he woke up in astonishment and found that he was about to touch Yang Fan, he quickly held his breath and slowly moved away.

Yang Fan didn't seem to be there. When he woke up, he was breathing heavily and evenly and long.Feng Jimeng didn't do anything, but he still felt guilty because he was not willing to do nothing and just watched.A very strong desire was born in his heart. Touching was a desire. He was hesitant, and he had been brewing it for a long time. As the desire got closer and stronger, he finally couldn't help stretching out his index finger, and lightly tapped Yang Fan's cheek.

He silently withdrew his hand and made a decision in ten thousandths of a second.

He pursed his lips, then lay down on the blanket, bent down, turned his face sideways to get closer, and gently touched Yang Fan's dry lips, the skin was prickly.Maybe in less than a second, he quickly backed away, as fast as a skilled thief, and stole a wanted kiss.

Unknown kisses brought throbbing, and stealthy kisses brought fear, Feng Jimeng was holding her breath all the time, and her heart was beating so fast, it was unbearable.He squatted in front of the bed, held his heart with his hand, and slowly released himself to breathe.

"Meow~"

Feng Jimeng's shoulders trembled, and before he finished breathing, he let go of his breath in an instant, and Xiao Hua called out after taking a deep breath before realizing it.He quickly stood up, tiptoed and ran away from Yang Fan's room without a sound.

"Meow~meow~"

I haven't seen Xiaohua for a while, and I still know him. I chased him and ran for a few steps. Feng Jimeng fled to the living room before stopping. He sat down on the sofa, stretched out his hands and rubbed the cat's head, and whispered, "Don't bark."

I got what I wanted, and was pushed to the point that Xiaohua really didn't cry, and Feng Jimeng had her hands on her head, and her legs.

Feng Jimeng's face was still flushed, and her heart was beating wildly, she picked up the cat on her lap, bent over, and buried her face on it when she was hot.

He was still in palpitations and exclaimed in his heart that he actually kissed Yang Fan.If it is known that Yang Fan is there, he will definitely let him go out immediately.Fortunately he fell asleep.He should not know, right?He sure doesn't know.Thinking about it made me feel happy again.

He kissed Yang Fan.

In the next room, Yang Fanyou opened a pair of clear eyes after confirming that Feng Jimeng had completely left.

Feng Jimeng did not, Yang Fan made a little noise and couldn't tell when he woke up.He smelled a good smell, a scent that didn't belong to his room, which gradually cleared his consciousness.He didn't, he opened his eyes because the moment he woke up he realized that Feng Jimeng smelled like Feng Jimeng in his room.He used to think that there was a perfume, but after sniffing it a few times, he found that it was not.

He thought that if he opened his eyes and saw Feng Jimeng, he would be embarrassed and at a loss.He didn't know what Feng Jimeng was doing in his room, but he didn't feel that the other party was there, walking around, only one was very close to him, and some quietly looked at him.

He knew that Feng Jimeng was slowly approaching him, because the intensity of the smell marked the distance.He also knew that Feng Jimeng was slowly moving away, and Yang Fan thought in his heart, "Have you seen enough, have you seen enough, get out of here."

Suddenly a cool fingertip poked his face, Yang Fan almost wanted to jump up.Suddenly something wet and soft touched his lips...

The cat meowed suddenly and Feng Jimeng ran away quickly.

Yang Fan wiped his mouth with his fingers, it was dry enough, but it was still wet.

His mind was empty, and John Lennon on the wall was clearly black and white, and his eyes met for a while, and he stretched out his arm to touch a cigarette from the bedside table.

It's time for the smoke to come up, he thought to himself, there's a real fucking ghost.

After smoking, Yang Fan stretched out a hairy leg from under the quilt, and with his toes, he pinched the pajamas and pajamas on the chair into the quilt, and wriggled while covering his head.He glanced at the time and it was more than eight o'clock.He just stretched and got up when the door opened, and then he heard the voices of Feng Wenhui and Feng Jimeng saying hello.

"Sister Feng is early." Yang Fan walked out while rubbing his face.

Feng Wenhui just put things on the dining table and said, "Didn't eat breakfast, I just bought some pancakes and fried dough sticks."

"Ah."

"Is grandma awake?"

"Still sleeping."

"That's okay, then you guys have breakfast first, and I'll take a look."

Yang Fan went to the bathroom to brush his teeth quickly, washed his face, came out and saw Feng Jimeng was still squatting on the ground, lying on the coffee table and working hard, there were several textbooks spread out on the coffee table.

"This is really a sex change. It was quite serious early in the morning."

Feng Jimeng buried her head and didn't raise her eyes. She always felt that Yang Fan's words were a little sarcastic, but he didn't care, he just felt his cheeks were hot.

"Aren't you hungry? Come and have breakfast."

Feng Jimeng put down his pen.He tilted his head and glanced at Yang Fan. His expression was as usual, but he should have done it. He found out.Although he didn't find it when he caught the thief, he was still guilty of being a thief. He walked awkwardly towards the dining table, and his cheekbones were quickly stained with a layer of red.

Feng Jimeng opened the stool and sat down, while Yang Fan gave him some food and asked, "Have you brushed your teeth and washed your face?"

"washed."

"What do you eat? There are pancakes and fried dough sticks, and soy milk and tofu nao?"

"I can do it."

Yang Fan casually divided two portions and gave him Feng Jimeng a bowl of tofu nao.Yang Fan also buried his head, only caring about whether the fritters were there or not, and caring about Feng Jimeng.But he couldn't sit still and asked Yang Fan if he had something to say, "Where's grandma? Don't wait for her to get up to eat?"

"She doesn't eat these, but you do."

Not long after breakfast, grandma also got up.Feng Wenhui asked Yang Fan to turn on the heater in the bathroom and get some hot water for grandma.After connecting the hot water, Yang Fan hurried to grandma's room, and carried the old lady in long johns out of her arms.Feng Jimeng lay on the coffee table and looked back. The old lady was blocked by Yang Fan, but Feng Jimeng could smell a bad smell keenly.

Yang Fan sent grandma into the bathroom, and soon Feng Wenhui came out of her bedroom with her clothes, and went directly to the bathroom.

The sound of water and talking came from the bathroom.

Feng Wenhui said, "You go out and let me do the washing."

"If you can't handle it by yourself, I'll pick her up and you will come."

After a lot of tossing, grandma didn't make a sound for half an hour.When Yang Fan came out of the bathroom sweating, he was holding a white thing in his hand, which also brought out a smell of excrement.He took a black garbage bag and carried it outside.

When Feng Jimeng turned around and lay down on the coffee table again, he felt a feeling of soreness, pain and sadness that never happened before.Yang Fan took it, it was dirty, it was diapers, and grandma was so sick that she needed to wear diapers.There was the sound of washing clothes in the bathroom. Feng Wenhui was washing dirty clothes for grandma by hand.

When Yang Fan came back after throwing away his things, he carried his dressed grandma and put them on the single sofa, and set up an electric heater next to her.He told Feng Jimeng to watch over grandma first, and then he went to get her something to eat.

Feng Jimeng, I haven't been to Yang Fan's house for a while, and when I saw the old lady for two months, she was completely changed.Originally very thin, but the old man has lost weight, because the sun is rarely seen, his face is pale, his eyes are more dull, and he sits there without moving.

Feng Jimeng looked at her for a while and tentatively called "Grandma?"

The old man was motionless.

He raised his voice a bit, "Grandma has my Feng Jimeng."

The old lady still didn't move.After Feng Jimeng finished speaking, he remembered that he had never, as Feng Jimeng let his grandma remember.

"Grandma has my little Lin."

……

"Grandma has my little fan."

Hearing that Yang Fan's name was an old lady, she finally made a move.She slowly turned her head and looked at Feng Jimeng's direction, as if she was looking at him, but her eyes were always empty and loose.Feng Jimeng yelled again, thinking that grandma would agree to him when she heard it, but the old lady only moved her mouth, but made a sound.