you have to talk to me

Recently, a new bartender came to TATA, introduced by Yu Gang's partner, and he made a decision as soon as he saw him. His heart, which was scarred by the scumbag man, immediately returned to his soul, and he was ready to move.Yu Gang was very active in hooking up, but the other party was a bit lukewarm. According to this progress, brother Gang couldn't get on the bed even if he had a spider web, so he wanted Feng Jimeng to stimulate the other party.

Brother Gang understands very well that his friends, who hang out in the circle every day, are too oily and have no power.Only Feng Jimeng, who is pure and tender, is enough to stimulate people.Of course, it was just for show, and he absolutely had to send it all back to Yang Fan afterwards. He wasn't brave enough to really do something without telling Yang Fan.

Moe: To put it simply, it’s pretending to be your boyfriend, right?

Sauerkraut Yuyu: Not to this extent, just be a little ambiguous.

Moe: OK, when?

Sauerkraut Yuyu: You have to come to Ning City again on the weekend, so I can borrow you for two hours.

Moe: I want to come.

Moe: Will Xu Youlin come back to see grandma?

Sauerkraut Yuyu: Don't worry, he is also busy with work, and he is so far away, even if he wants to show his hospitality every day, he doesn't have the time.

Sauerkraut Yuyu: If he comes, I will be the first to report to you.

Sauerkraut Yuyu: That's it.

After a while, Feng Jimeng still couldn't help asking him.

Moe: Why do you suddenly want to help me?

Sauerkraut Yuyu: As I told you, I have known Yang Fan since high school.Back then, I was chasing it vigorously, and when I was about to get it, Xu Glasses appeared on the way.The day of revenge for the old lady is finally coming, and it also makes him experience the feeling of being robbed of his love.

Meng: Without Xu Youlin back then, you would not have been able to catch up with Yang Fan.

Sauerkraut Yuyu: Can you speak human language?

Meng: Then why did you bring Xu Youlin to see grandma again?

Meng: You brought him, right? Yang Fan wouldn't take the initiative to find someone else.

Sauerkraut Yuyu: Hey... Yang Fan is the most reliable friend I know. There is such a big incident in his family, and the only person I can think of who can help is Xu, and there is no one else.

Meng: You actually want Yang Fan and Xu Youlin to be together, right?

Sauerkraut Yuyu: He is better in both aspects, right?As Yang Fan's friend, I certainly hope that he can live a more relaxed and comfortable life in the future.

Sauerkraut Yuyu: But, I see that you really like Yang Fan, and I also feel that my adults in their twenties and thirties are standing on the same front to bully you, and my brother can't bear it, so I will help you and let you The two compete fairly.After all, who Yang Fan wants to be with is not what other people say.

Sauerkraut Yuyu: Do you understand my brother's painstaking efforts?

Moe: Thank you, Brother Yuyu.

Sauerkraut Yuyu: Hey, the little mouth is cute when it’s sweet.

Meng: Yang Fan is taking care of his grandma in Ning City alone. Brother Yuyu can help me take care of him. I'm afraid he's in a bad mood and can't take care of himself.

Sauerkraut Yuyu: I really think Yang Fan is your person.

Moe: You can choose the bag on the first floor of the Starlight Building, add a set of cosmetics, and have a big meal.

Sauerkraut Yuyu: Tsk tsk, I'm afraid you won't lose to Xu Glasses when you put your energy into study.

Moe: Please, Brother Yuyu.

Pickled cabbage fish: /white eye/white eye/white eye is fine.

Sauerkraut Yuyu: Hey, I have to say, Xu Glasses is really inferior to you in this respect.

Meng: Don't tell Yang Fan.

Sauerkraut Yuyu: Are you afraid of him?

Moe: Are you not afraid?

Sauerkraut Yuyu: ... afraid.

Yu Gang did what he said, and played a very professional small report spirit. Not only did he come over to watch Yang Fan eat three meals a day, he even reported to Feng Ji one by one how many buns he ate in the morning and how many ribs he ate at noon. Meng, and from time to time sent him some scribbled and melancholy candid photos of Brother Yang.

Grandma has been lying in the ICU for a whole week, and there is no sign of improvement, and the situation is also ups and downs.Yang Fan took some time to go back to Hongcheng, the weather became warmer, he came back to pack some spring clothes, and hurried back to the hospital when he was done.

After finally making it to the weekend, Feng Jimeng picked up her schoolbag and went to Ning City early in the morning.

When he arrived at the hospital, he went straight to the door of grandma's ward. He knew that Yang Fan sat there most of the time, and occasionally came out to smoke a cigarette in the small garden.In fact, he didn't have to be so watchful all the time, the doctor would notify him of anything, but Yang Fan was always worried, or he just wanted to see the old lady more.

Feng Jimeng originally thought that he was already very early, but Feng Wenhui came earlier than him, and it seemed that he came directly to the hospital with a large bag of things.There are relatively few people in the critically ill area, and there are few people who come to accompany them so early in the morning. The escort area is empty.Across a corner, the voices of the two of them also fell into Feng Jimeng's ears.

"Xiao Yang, don't blame the big sister's words. I'm afraid it's rare for grandma to be cured. If she is rescued, her dementia will not be cured. The doctor said that the possibility of being rescued from a vegetable is very high. Forget it, she will come back. When you are old, the old people always have to take that step, you are still young, you still have to live, you sell the house, and grandma still can’t be saved in the end, what will you do in the future.”

"Sister Feng, I know, I can talk about anything in the future, I have to save the old lady first." Yang Fan took an envelope and stuffed it to Feng Wenhui, "This is last month's salary, and there have been a lot of things recently, so you just came today gone."

Feng Wenhui waved Yang Fan's hand away: "Forget it, no more, what kind of person are you as a big sister?"

"One thing is one thing, you take what is yours."

Feng Wenhui looked up at Yang Fan, her eyes were tight with grief, and the corners of her mouth were tense, she just pinched her pockets to hide: "I don't want it, you don't want it for me, I don't want it..."

Feng Jimeng came over and called out, "Brother."

"Aunt Feng."

Yang Fan's hand paused, Feng Wenhui immediately moved two steps towards Feng Jimeng, and put the bag on the chair.Seeing Feng Jimeng coming, she hurriedly said: "Xiao Yang, I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first, I bought the fruit for you, remember to take it home to eat."

After Feng Wenhui finished speaking and left, the two remaining people stared at each other for a while, Yang Fan stuffed the envelope into his pocket, and took two steps towards Feng Jimeng.

"Have you had breakfast yet?"

Feng Jimeng shook her head.

"Come on, let's go to breakfast. What would you like to eat?"

"It's all right."

"Then go eat buns, there are buns that are not bad." He carried the food brought by Feng Wenhui in one hand and Feng Jimeng's shoulder in the other, and went to the bun shop.

The small gate was crowded with people, but most of them bought and took away.Yang Fan led Feng Jimeng inside and sat down. He ordered a drawer of meat buns with sauce, a drawer of egg buns with leeks, and two large bowls of corn porridge.

The hot food was brought up, filled with steam, Feng Jimeng watched Yang Fan look haggard again through a layer of mist-like water vapor.

"Didn't you arrange tutoring on the weekend? Why did you come so early?"

"This week's canceled. Don't worry, I can keep up."

Yang Fan eats a small steamed bun with a mouthful, and the way of eating is very unrestrained.

"You said you were fine and ran to the hospital. This is not a fun place."

Feng Jimeng sipped the hot porridge with her head buried in her head, said "um", and then said: "Anyway, I'm bored at home, it's the same wherever I stay, so I might as well come and stay with you."

Yang Fan paused for a moment when the chopsticks landed on the pickle dish.

"I even brought my homework." Fearing that Yang Fan would repeat his muttering, Feng Jimeng held up the heavy bag with the strap of his schoolbag.

Yang Fan reached out and took the bag off his shoulder, and put it on the chair beside him.

"Let's put it down, isn't it heavy to carry?"

"Oh."

"Did you tell your family where you went?"

Feng Jimeng bit her chopsticks and frowned for a while: "I said I'm going to live at a classmate's house, and my mother doesn't care about me."

Yang Fan looked at him with complicated eyes for a while, but didn't say anything in the end.

After a while, Feng Jimeng asked suddenly: "Does grandma need a lot of money to be hospitalized?"

Yang Fan was drinking his last mouthful of porridge, and gave a vague "huh".

"I have money, I'll give it to you first." After Feng Jimeng finished speaking, he himself began to feel embarrassed.

Yang Fan put the clean bowl on the table, wiped his mouth with paper, and immediately smoked a cigarette, biting it, without lighting it.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he looked down at Feng Jimeng: "What are you talking about, hurry up and drink your porridge, eat the remaining few buns, don't waste it."

"elder brother……"

"I'll go out to smoke a cigarette and wait for you outside." Yang Fan stood up, rubbed Feng Jimeng's head, went to pay the breakfast money, and stood outside.

Feng Jimeng sighed, a little sad, he actually knew that Yang Fan would not accept it, but he still wanted to relieve him a little bit of pressure.

After breakfast, they went back outside the ward.Feng Jimeng held her schoolbag on her lap, took out her homework and began to write.From nine o'clock, the number of people outside the intensive care unit increased, crying and making noise, and family members and doctors clashed because they were not allowed to visit, and some were pulled out of the intensive care unit and covered with white cloths.

After watching these scenes for a week, Yang Fan was still in a state of confusion, but Feng Jimeng just sat quietly aside, writing an English paper intently, without even raising his head.It was as if he could flick a switch and shut himself out of the noisy, crowded, sad and happy world.

Yang Fan first looked at Feng Jimeng's profile, and then moved his gaze to the tip of his pen.

Feng Jimeng wrote the paper very quickly, and it didn't take long for her to start writing the rest of the composition.He glanced at the topic, picked up the pen and wrote.Yang Fan didn't expect him to be a scumbag, but he could write smooth English in round characters, and the horizontal grid of the composition was filled in a short while.

After finishing writing English, he took out a math exercise book, and took out a piece of A4 paper to put under the topic.Mathematics is much slower to do, sketching on the topic, listing the formulas on the draft paper, and doing the calculations in a leisurely manner, so that Yang Fan subconsciously followed him to calculate.The short-answer questions are calculated first on the manuscript paper, and then neatly transcribed into the exercise book.Yang Fan glanced at his exercise booklet. It has been more than a month since school started, and all his books are neatly written and the title pages are brand new.

Life also seems to be a book of exercises that mixes all subjects. As long as you can catch a clue in the chaos and noise, you can always solve all the problems.The string in Yang Fan's heart that was too tense and restless unexpectedly quieted down strangely while watching Feng Jimeng's homework.

The spring is very deep, and the bright yellow sunlight in the morning shines in from the window at the end of the corridor, leaving a slanting spot of light on the closed door of the intensive care unit.