you have to talk to me

Half a child, eat poor old man.Ten-and-a-half boys, that kind of momentum can overwhelm a hot pot restaurant.After the dishes are served, they just pour them into the pot with a swish of the plate, and the pot is filled with just a few brushes.There was a circle of green eyes around the pot, all staring hungrily at the dense pot that was steaming because of the frozen ingredients.

Knowing that Feng Jimeng doesn't know how to entertain people, Yang Fan was going to tell everyone not to be polite, just order food, but it turned out that he was completely superfluous.There is no need for him to greet, everyone has gathered together for more than one meal, and the division of labor is very clear, those who order dishes order, and those who order dishes order.

Hou Wen took the drink order: "Brother Yang, Brother Zheng, don't you want some wine?"

The only two adults looked at each other: "Two bottles for one person, right?"

Zheng Kai nodded.

Hou Wen asked Feng Jimeng again: "Brother Meng, today is also a coming-of-age ceremony, would you like some drink?"

Feng Jimeng hesitated for a while, and found that Yang Fan didn't immediately stop him: "Then I'll come for a couple of..."

At this moment, Yang Fan turned his head to look at him.

Feng Jimeng immediately became conscious: "It's still a bottle."

"Five bottles of beer... what else do you want to drink, take the initiative?"

"Brother Meng's big day, of course I want to drink."

"Beer, I want too."

"Anyway, tomorrow is Saturday, don't worry about it."

……

Yang Fan looked around at the teenagers who eagerly signed up: "Are you 18 years old, drinking so actively, won't you be beaten when you go home?"

"No, I promise not."

"I drank it at home."

"I'll be 18 in two months."

……

Almost everyone in the team is over 18 this year, and Feng Jimeng is considered a month old.In the end, the 18-year-olds were all allowed to drink, except Zhang Jiarui, who had just turned 16.Hou Wengong avenged his personal revenge and ordered him a bottle of soy milk.

Noisy, the pot is not cooked.There is nothing more hungry than the hunger you feel when you smell all kinds of spicy smells and wait for the dishes. The sound of saliva one after another is almost playing a rhapsody.

"Let me help you, or your teammate's saliva will drown us." Yang Fan said to Feng Jimeng who was clumsy and didn't know how to cut the cake.

Feng Jimeng handed him the plastic knife and left suddenly.When he came back, he took three packing boxes in his hand, picked three of the best-looking cakes from the cut cakes, and packed them into the boxes.

The cake was eaten, the pot was almost ready, and the beer was brought up. Everyone started eating, eating, and drinking.

Let's toast together, under the light, the clear yellow liquid in the glass gathers on the steaming pot.

"Happy birthday!"

"Brother Meng, happy 18 years old."

"I wish Brother Meng a flower forever."

"I wish Brother Meng's dreams come true and he can be admitted to the university of his choice."

"I wish Brother Meng the first place in the volleyball game in two months."

"The captain is a chicken thief..."

"I wish you a bright future and a bright future."

"Ah, the old school master is really extraordinary."

"I wish my cute brother happy every day."

……

"Thank you."

Feng Jimeng's throat was astringent, and his heart was clogged, as if tens of thousands of words were crowded, but apart from "thank you", he couldn't utter a single word.He could only hold his glass of wine and drink it with everyone.

After drinking alcohol, his face immediately became blush.

Yang Fan glanced at him: "Are you all right?"

For some reason, after drinking a glass of wine, his throat became even more congested. He lowered his head: "I'm fine."

"Drink slowly, don't rush."

"Ah."

"Eat some food." Yang Fan used a colander to leak a spoonful for him, picked out the tops of the ingredients, and poured them into Feng Jimeng's bowl.

The best thing about this kid is that he is not picky eater like other spoiled children, he is easy to raise, basically like a puppy, he can eat everything he is given.

"Thank you."

"Brother Meng, I want to have a drink with you alone." Zhang Jiarui said.

"Ah."

Feng Jimeng poured wine into his empty glass, and when it was half filled, Yang Fan pressed his elbow, so the glass of wine was only half full.

Zhang Jiarui only had soy milk, so he felt embarrassed at first.

"Well, I'm not, they won't let me drink... What a fool," Zhang Jiarui turned and scolded Hou Wen, "Monkey, you can really fucking do it."

"Who told you that you are only 16 years old. Protecting the younger brothers in the team is the responsibility assigned by the captain to all of us."

"roll!"

Zhang Jiarui is too lazy to talk to Hou Wen, Feng Jimeng's birthday is today, he can't unite with him, he is not the couple's opponent.

"It's okay, whatever you drink is the same." Feng Jimeng clinked glasses with Zhang Jiarui tolerantly.

Holding the soy milk, Zhang Jiarui stared at Feng Jimeng sincerely: "Brother Meng, it's nothing else, I just want to tell you, I don't know why, but I just really like you."

"Yeah." Then Feng Jimeng raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and ate a piece of crispy hairy belly that Yang Fan had cooked for him, and he didn't feel anything wrong.

But there was a dead silence on the table.

Holding the soy milk, Zhang Jiarui became more and more awkward in silence, until he came to his senses and blushed after realizing it.

Just as he was about to explain that he didn't mean it, Jian Hang suddenly slapped his hands: "Rui'er, are you going to come out publicly on this happy day?"

"...Crap!" There was no time to drink soy milk, Zhang Jiarui wanted to break his mouth into eight pieces, "That's not what I meant. I don't like Brother Meng, I like him quite a bit, but not the one who likes..."

"Don't explain, we all understand."

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you are straight or curved, we will all treat you as a buddy."

"I'm fucking straight, hey, I'm really not..."

"Yeah. Anyway, straight men who like men understand."

"..."

"But you may be falling out of love. You see, your cute brother only has a hairy belly in his eyes, and he doesn't even care about you."

"........."

"Brother Meng is so cold, it must be very difficult to chase. Ruier, you should look at the other people in the team, we will help you match."

"…………"

Jian Hang didn't participate in these childish jokes, but poured a glass of wine.

"Feng Jimeng, let's drink one too."

"it is good."

Making noise, drinking, eating... At first, Yang Fan wanted to remind Feng Jimeng to drink less and not get drunk.But laughing, he felt that it was unnecessary. It was rare in his life to get drunk with his friends because of happiness.Youth should fly freely, without so many rules and regulations.

Even Zheng Kai sighed: "It's so fucking good to be young!"

"Hey, it's a pity that I didn't have such a group of friends in high school. Friends in high school can last a lifetime."

"Old Zheng, it sounds like you don't think of me as a human being?"

"Hey, we didn't know each other well at that time. I remember that you had a very good relationship with the number one in our grade at that time. Do you still have contact?"

Yang Fan shook his head: "There is no connection."

"You two have such a good relationship, why haven't you been in touch..." Zheng Kai suddenly realized something, stopped talking quickly, and only picked up the bottle to pour wine for Yang Fan, "Forget it, stop talking, let's drink."

"drink."

While eating and drinking, Feng Jimeng got up suddenly, pushed open the door of the box, and walked out quickly.

After a while, Yang Fan also told Zheng Kai that he was going to the bathroom.

There is one door outside the toilet of the hot pot restaurant, and there is no distinction between men and women inside. The four compartments are all separate and have doors.Yang Fan knocked on the closed compartment door: "Feng Jimeng?"

After a while, there was a "huh" inside, followed by the sound of flushing water.

"Are you ok?"

After a while, I heard him say something sad: "I'm fine."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fan heard the sound of vomiting inside.During the gap, Feng Jimeng said again: "It's okay, just leave it alone."

Feng Jimeng was squatting, his head was dizzy from drinking, and he vomited, which made his eyes stare.Already drunk, but he still remembered to let Yang Fan go, not wanting him to see himself in such a mess.

Then he heard the sound of footsteps outside and went out. As soon as he relaxed, he was overwhelmed again, and all the snot and tears poured out.I finally emptied my stomach and felt a little better.Feng Jimeng was still squatting on the ground and pressing her belly to distribute her breath, when the compartment door rang again.

"Open the door, I'll get you water and rinse your mouth."

Feng Jimeng had no choice but to squat down and open the door. Yang Fan wiped his face with a tissue and handed him the iced mineral water.

"feel better now?"

Feng Jimeng rinsed his mouth, drank two more sips of water, and finally recovered.

"Better."

"Then go back and eat something, don't drink."

"Yeah." Feng Jimeng stood up with his knees propped up, but as soon as he stood up, he fell forward with limp legs.With sharp eyes and quick hands, Yang Fan took a step away and caught him with his whole body.

Feng Jimeng threw herself into his arms, subconsciously let go of the mineral water bottle, and grabbed Yang Fan's clothes with her hands.

Feng Jimeng raised her head from Yang Fan's arms, embarrassed, her alcohol-stained cheeks were even more red, and whispered: "My legs are numb, I'm sorry."

"Well, it's okay." Yang Fan smiled, wrapping an arm around Feng Jimeng's back, hanging around, "Do you want me to take you back?"

Feng Jimeng was even more embarrassed, lowered his eyelids and lowered his head: "No need." He pointed to the sink, "You help me to rest there, I'll be fine in a while."

As a result, when Yang Fan supported him to move, his numb leg suddenly felt an indescribable soreness, and Feng Jimeng unconsciously gasped.

Yang Fan was a little helpless: "It's better to wait until you get over your energy."

Someone came in to use the toilet, Feng Jimeng was a little nervous, but found that this person didn't care about the two men hugging each other, because there were too many people in the shop who were so drunk that they couldn't stand up, so it was no surprise at all.

As the man flushed and left, the bathroom became quiet again.

Not only did it quiet down, but it was too quiet. Feng Jimeng first heard Yang Fan's heartbeat, and then heard his own heartbeat. It beat faster and faster, like a cheerful pump, constantly pumping towards Feng Jimeng's face. transfer heat.His face was getting hotter and hotter, and he was getting more and more embarrassed, but his mind became more dizzy, and his body became softer, as if he was slowly sinking into this embrace.

Feng Jimeng looked up at Yang Fan with his chin up, and Yang Fan also looked down at him.Feng Jimeng's eyes were a little red from vomiting just now, and she shed some tears physiologically, her eyeballs were all crimson and hazy.Yang Fan didn't have any special expression, but looked very gentle.The two looked at each other for a few seconds, Feng Jimeng couldn't bear it, but he didn't want to move his eyes away.

Yang Fan opened his mouth lightly, and asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling better?"

"Ah."

"Then let's go back."

Feng Jimeng nodded, grabbed Yang Fan's arm, and stood up from his arms.

Neither of them spoke for a while, but the silence was not awkward.Feng Jimeng was still blushing, Yang Fan habitually took out the cigarette case and lit one.When the two walked out one after the other, they didn't notice a figure running away from the outer door of the bathroom.