you have to talk to me

When Feng Jimeng returned to school and plunged headlong into his busy and fulfilling study life, he felt healed instead, leaving him no time to think about his grandmother's death, and to fall deeply into that empty and powerless sadness.

Playing ball at night, Zhang Jiarui leaned over to him and asked winkingly, "You took a week off last week, did you go with Teacher Yang?"

A trace of panic flashed across Feng Jimeng's face: "Who did you hear that from?"

"Don't be nervous. What happened to his house is what Lao Zheng said. You haven't come here for a week, so I guessed it. How about it, I'm smart."

Feng Jimeng ignored Zhang Jiarui, turned around and continued drinking his water.

Zhang Jiarui moved closer again, and whispered, "How about it, have you caught up?"

"Don't ask me."

"I haven't even caught up with it, and it's too difficult to catch up. If you take a week off just to accompany me, I'm willing to bend for you."

Feng Jimeng let Zhang Jiarui get out neatly.

Before Zhang Jiarui could get away, he was told by Feng Jimeng to go back.

"What's your grade rank?"

"Huh? What are you asking this for?"

Feng Jimeng repeated it expressionlessly: "How much?"

Zhang Jiarui picked his neck in embarrassment: "Ten or so names, what's the matter?"

Feng Jimeng cursed secretly in her heart.

Xueba is not angry at others, like when he looks at the great intelligence of Jian Hang or Xu Youlin, he thinks that they should be human beings, and I am sorry for their Xueba face if they don't go to Qingbei.But Zhang Jiarui's foolishness, even with a little cramp in his mind, actually bears the name of a "student bully", which makes people very angry for no reason.

Zhang Jiarui pretended to be serious: "Brother Meng, if there is anything I can do for you, please tell me."

"Are you okay this weekend?"

"It's alright."

"Come and do homework with me."

"Just to write together? Didn't I tell you, or copy for you?"

"roll!"

The half-term exam is approaching. The next week and next week, the half-term exam will be a volleyball game. This half-term exam is very important to Feng Jimeng.It has been less than half a year since he changed his mind and started to make up lessons, and now the course can keep up. This half-term exam is when he really shows the results to himself.He wanted to know what the result of his hard work was, especially after getting to know Xu Youlin.

After getting to know real person Xu Youlin, Feng Jimeng once again saw him on the school's honor roll, but this time he took the initiative to find him.

In the lobby on the first floor of the laboratory building, there is a glass-covered wall, inside which are photos of Hong Zhong's students who have climbed to the top of Qingbei over the years and their graduation years. Feng Jimeng found Xu Youlin among those photos.At that time, Xu Youlin was about the same age as himself, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and his face facing the camera was aloof and indifferent, with a hint of impatience.

That day Feng Jimeng stood in front of this photo for a break, reconfirmed that he didn't hate Xu Youlin.Then he thought that if Yang Fan was still with Xu Youlin in the end, he would be very sad, but he still wouldn't hate Xu Youlin.

At that moment, he suddenly realized another thing, Yu Gang really likes Yang Fan.The feelings he puts in his heart are far more than the liking he said in his mouth and the liking on his face.Because at that moment, Feng Jimeng understood that kind of feeling with empathy, which will make people change from selfish to selfless, and sincerely hope that the person they love will live well, even if the happiness is not brought by themselves.

Feng Jimeng is not cowardly enough to just give up.He just thought that if Yang Fan is liked by so many excellent people, he must become better.

After returning from his grandma's funeral, he was still not at ease, and went to the car wash after school for several days.It's not so boring now. Lai pretended to do his homework in the shop, just went to have a look, and found that Yang Fan was working with the workers in the shop as usual, gagging to waste time when he was not working.

The weather was getting hotter, and the old man who sold sweet potatoes stopped selling sweet potatoes, and replaced them with diced pineapples, and Yang Fan invited people in the shop to eat pineapples every day.After eating pineapples a few times, Feng Jimeng finally felt relieved, thinking that Yang Fan might be like him, too busy to be sad.He also told Yu Gang not to worry.

There was no training this afternoon, Feng Jimeng went to the shop for a walk as usual and then took a taxi home from there.

At the end of April, the air already has the smell of early summer, and you have to wear short sleeves when you walk outside at noon, but at this time, the heat dissipates and the wind becomes cool again.

When he got to the store, the people in the store told him that Yang Fan was not here today.Feng Jimeng asked where he was, but the people in the store also said they didn't know, saying that he didn't show up today.Feng Jimeng immediately called him, but no one answered.

Just as he was wondering, someone in the shop suddenly gave him a key: "Are you going to Boss Yang's house to look for him? By the way, bring the key to him. Dacheng brought it here. Who knows that he didn't come to the shop today."

Feng Jimeng reached out and took it.

Originally, he had no plan to go to Yang Fan's house, but when he took the key, he decided to go and have a look.

After knocking on the door for a while, there was no reply from inside, Feng Jimeng was wondering where did he go?Knock again, and he heard cat meowing in the room, Feng Jimeng took out the key and unlocked the door.

The moment he opened the door, a strong smell of alcohol and tobacco rushed to his face.

Xiaohua was probably also suffocated, as soon as the door opened, she ran out sullenly, Feng Jimeng quickly fished it in, and closed the door.

It was still bright outside, but the room was very dark, the balcony door was closed, and the curtains were more than half drawn.

Feng Jimeng walked to the living room, stood behind the sofa and saw the source of the smell.The ashtray on the coffee table was full of cigarette butts, empty and half-full cigarette cases were scattered beside it, several empty wine bottles were scattered here and there, and beer cans were piled up on the ground.In the middle of the sofa under Feng Jimeng's nose, Yang Fan curled up into a ball, put his head in his arms, and covered his face tightly.

Feng Jimeng stood on the spot and looked at him for a while, then reached out to pull Yang Fan's arm, but he hugged him tightly and didn't pull it away.Feng Jimeng sighed, and went to open the sliding door of the balcony first.

He cleared some of the beer cans piled up between the coffee table and the sofa, squatted in front of Yang Fan, and pulled his arm again.

"Brother...Yang Fan..."

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

"Yang Fan..."

Feng Jimeng finally broke Yang Fan's arm with great strength.

He thought Yang Fan was drunk and fell asleep, but he pulled his hand away, pulled his face out, and only saw him crying in the not so bright sky.

There was no sound at all, Yang Fan closed his eyes, but tears trickled out from the corners of the eyes where the upper and lower eyelashes were glued together, and a large piece of the sleeve that had just covered his eyes was already soaked.

Yang Fan was crying.

Feng Jimeng's heart was in a mess immediately, he didn't know what to do, he held Yang Fan's face subconsciously, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and said incoherently: "What's wrong... What's wrong with you..."

Yang Fan didn't speak or open his eyes, but when he heard Feng Jimeng's voice, he subconsciously reacted.He squeezed Feng Jimeng's wrist, and rubbed his face against his palm. Tears gathered in his palm like a trickle, but he couldn't hold it, and leaked out from between his fingers, dripping down his wrist .

Feng Jimeng's heart was sore and painful, he had never seen Yang Fan like this, so fragile, so pitiful, people didn't know what to do with him.

Feng Jimeng sat on the sofa, picked up Yang Fan's head, and hugged her in her arms, her voice trembling, as if she was about to cry.

"What's wrong with you..."

Yang Fan pushed Feng Jimeng down on the sofa with all his strength, buried his face in his chest, and hugged him hard, as if he was hugging the only comfort, and choked up his voice for the first time: "Grandma, she, never again I'm back... I won't come back..."

Feng Jimeng froze for a moment, she was still her grandmother, he thought that Yang Fan was fine like him, but he didn't expect him to be so injured.He should pay more attention to him and ask more questions.Feng Jimeng suddenly became sad, her eyes became sore, but she couldn't cry along with her.

"No one loves me anymore."

Feng Jimeng closed her sore eyes, hugged Yang Fan tightly, and whispered, "I will love you, okay? Don't be sad."

"I don't have any relatives... I don't have any..." Yang Fan kept sobbing and said intermittently.

"I can be your relative."

Feng Jimeng held Yang Fan's face in his hands, looked at him with red eyes and said seriously: "I love you, I will be your relative, and I will always be with you."

"Don't be sad, don't cry." She wiped away the denser tears with her palm.

Yang Fan's eyes and nose were red, and tears fell on Feng Jimeng's face, but he only had a pair of half-open eyes that were half-opened from drunkenness, and he still unconsciously shouted that his grandma would not come back, that he would only have himself in the future, No one loves him or anything like that.

Feng Jimeng hugged Yang Fan back into his arms again.The night was shrouded, and the evening light seemed to be smoky, as if covering the objects with a layer of rough edges.Feng Jimeng stared at the dark ceiling of Yang Fan's house with sore eyes.At this moment, the overwhelming sadness in his heart was about to drown him silently.What should he do to truly share Yang Fan's pain?

Yang Fan kept rubbing against Feng Jimeng's neck, and after a while, Feng Jimeng's entire neck was soaked.His heart was soft and heavy, as if standing alone on a rainy day, his whole body was soaked in water.

Yang Fan rubbed harder and harder, he unconsciously ran his lips over Feng Jimeng's neck while crying.But soon the touch of his lips changed, and when Feng Jimeng realized it, Yang Fan had already pressed him on the sofa, buried him on his shoulder and took a hard bite, the hot and humid air penetrated into Feng Jimeng In his ears, his hairs exploded immediately, and goose bumps appeared all over his body.

He shrank his neck: "Brother...Yang Fan...you..."

Feng Jimeng wanted to stretch out his hand to push, but at some point, Yang Fan had already grabbed his wrist and pressed his hands on top of his head.Yang Fan skillfully grasped Feng Jimeng's two wrists with one hand, and instinctively stretched the other hand from under Feng Jimeng's T-shirt.

Holding Feng Jimeng's thin waist with warm palms, the palms touched the skin heavily, every inch of the skin underneath became overly sensitive, and the muscles trembled.The side of the neck was wet, the tip of the tongue rolled up Feng Jimeng's earlobe, and probed into the pinna.

This was not at all like the Yang Fan he knew, Feng Jimeng was momentarily absent-minded and felt uncomfortable.

He didn't want to be like this, he was very flustered, overwhelmed, his whole body was tense, and he couldn't make a sound, but he couldn't stand such a hot and straight-to-the-point tease at all.Just a few times, Feng Jimeng's breath was already filled with scorching heat that made him feel a little embarrassed.Panting and struggling, he refused with difficulty: "Don't be like this...Yang Fan...brother..."

Yang Fan's requesting movement suddenly stopped, he straightened his waist, opened his bloodshot eyes due to drunkenness and crying, he stared at Feng Jimeng fixedly, but his eyes were very distracted.

Feng Jimeng was a little dazed by his gaze, moved her lips again, and before she could make a sound to let him go, Yang Fan quickly turned over from him, staggered to the bathroom, and then , There was a violent vomiting sound from the bathroom.