you have to talk to me

As a reliable adult, Yang Ge Crazy is also very restrained.Taifeng Jimeng took another lap by the Hongcheng River, and it was only a quarter past eleven when he was brought home. When he entered the door, he urged him to take a shower and go to bed.

When Yang Fan came out of the shower by himself, he saw that the light in Feng Jimeng's room was still on. He knocked on the door and went in, shivering from the low temperature in the room.

He adjusted the temperature from 16 degrees to 26 degrees, and muttered to Feng Jimeng: "It's so low, do you want me to buy a freezer for you to lie in?"

"Hot." Feng Jimeng lay on the desk, keeping his hands on.

Yang Fan leaned against the desk, took away the pen from Feng Jimeng's hand, and put a glass of milk in front of him: "It's almost twelve o'clock, drink it and go to sleep."

Feng Jimeng glanced at the milk, then at Yang Fan, returned the milk on the table to him, and said after a while, "I'm full tonight, I can't drink it."

Yang Fan took the milk and drank it by himself, and asked Feng Jimeng: "Do you want a Coke? I'll get it for you."

Feng Jimeng looked at Yang Fan for a while, and felt that he was sincere, so she nodded.

Yang Fan turned and went out, came in quickly, and put a new glass of milk in front of Feng Jimeng: "330ml, the amount of a can of Coke."

"..."

Feng Jimeng picked it up and drank it calmly, but looking at his slightly frowning brows, he knew that this kid was not happy at all.

Whether he likes it or not, he doesn't know how his slimming board was made, how much chicken, duck and fish meat was stuffed into it, but it still looks like a thin door board, as smooth as a carpenter pushing a tweezer through it.The pressure in the third year of high school is heavy, the schoolwork is heavy, and there is not much time for exercise. It is impossible not to rely on food and drink to improve the body.

Yang Fan took the clean cup from him and snored on top of his head: "Go to bed early, good night."

Yang Fan pulled to the door, Feng Jimeng picked up the pen again, and started transcribing the wrong questions.However, he sadly found that there were some wrong questions in front of him. Looking at the brief notes and steps he had recorded, he had no clue as to how the answers came from.He couldn't remember what he was doing down there when the teacher was explaining. Some questions were so unfamiliar that it seemed like he was seeing them for the first time.Frustration is one aspect, and what's more, it delays his writing speed.Feng Jimeng adjusted her strategy and planned to omit the multiple choice questions first and move the short answer questions first.

He was thinking a little anxiously, and felt hot again, so he lowered the room temperature by five or six degrees.

Half an hour later, Yang Fan saw that the light in his room was still on, and walked in unceremoniously: "Feng Jimeng, it's already 12:30, go to bed quickly."

"Right now, I still have some."

Yang Fan walked over and saw that he was copying the wrong questions, so he simply closed the book for him: "What kind of wrong questions did you copy in the middle of the night, you have to get up early tomorrow morning, go to sleep."

Feng Jimeng hung his hands down, didn't speak, but didn't move to the bed either.

"Checking for omissions and making up for vacancies is not done during sleep time. If you don't sleep well at night, your efficiency in class the next day is poor. Do you think you lost the watermelon and picked sesame seeds?"

"Sleep, listen."

Yang Fan thought that the child might not be able to let go of his face before him, so he went out after speaking.

Feng Jimeng also stood up, turned off the light in the room, but turned to turn on the desk lamp.

Half an hour later, Yang Fan said, "Feng Jimeng, put me to bed right now, right now."

"Leave me alone, let me finish copying, don't you bother me." He was rarely impatient, but this time he was really annoyed by Yang Fan's urging.He didn't like the feeling of planning but not finishing.Either don't do it, or finish it, and today it was mainly delayed by Yang Fan for an hour.

"I don't care about you if you sleep now."

Feng Jimeng rubbed between her eyebrows: "You are really annoying."

"I'm sorry to bother you, go to bed soon. Didn't you see that your eyes are covered with triple eyelids?"

Feng Jimeng lowered her head and muttered dissatisfiedly: "You have to worry about eating, drinking coke, and sleeping. Why are you so nosy?"

"Is this an idle matter?" Thanks to Yang Fan's good-natured old father, he might have started with someone else.But this time he didn't stop, not to Feng Jimeng, but to the math exercise book and notebook on his desk, and directly plundered Feng Jimeng's "production materials", "Sleep."

Feng Jimeng also yelled at Yang Fan's back: "I want to eat broccoli for a while, and drink chrysanthemum tea for a while. I don't like eating broccoli, and I don't like drinking chrysanthemum tea..."

Yang Fan ignored him at all and closed the door with a "bang".

Feng Jimeng was full of anger, but he didn't know how to tell Yang Fan, everyone left, and he said: "My mother never took care of me like this."

Lying on the bed, he thought sullenly, "My dad doesn't either."

Although he was angry, he was really tired, and soon fell asleep after being angry.Until the alarm clock sounded at 06:30 in the morning, waking Feng Jimeng up from his comfortable sleep.He got up from the bed with his eyes closed, took a shower with his eyes closed, opened his eyes just before going out, and took away the books and notebooks that Yang Fan had left on the coffee table last night in his schoolbag.

Because of what happened last night, Feng Jimeng was still not feeling well after waking up.He stopped by the dessert shop to buy a piece of bread, went to the small supermarket to buy a bottle of Coke, took a few bites of the bread, gulped down the 500ml of Coke in one gulp, and burped, as if he had calmed down a bit.

Chinese self-study in the morning, everyone is memorizing "List of Teachers", and the Chinese teacher in the afternoon said that they need to check.Feng Jimeng shook her head and was always stuck in the place of "Chen Liangyan", she curled up on the table and dozed off after a while.

In the first math class, the bell didn't wake Feng Jimeng, Hou Wen turned around and poked him: "Feng Jimeng, what did you do last night, are you a thief?"

Feng Jimeng ignored Hou Wen, followed the math teacher's instructions with sleepy eyes, opened the workbook, and listened to him explain the part of the exercises that he didn't finish yesterday.He took out his notebook again, and flipped through it listlessly. The obviously different handwriting in the notebook immediately refreshed him.

That word is flamboyant, in the horizontal grid notebook, it breaks the sky and the earth, and the word "jie" can occupy three lines, which is completely different from Feng Jimeng's neatly arranged font in the grid.

Feng Jimeng flipped through it quickly, and wrote twelve and a half pages in the 4-page notebook, transcribing the question he made a mistake in the latest, not only that, but some also added detailed steps for him, circled the key points, and noted the knowledge Point, those who do not understand originally, this note can also be understood at a glance.

Feng Jimeng's nose was a little sore, his mother never treated him like this, neither did his father, no one in this world has ever treated him with such care, and he doesn't know good from bad, only dissatisfaction and complaints.

After class, Feng Jimeng poked Hou Wen and asked him, "Do you have any paper to wrap the books?"

"It's not a little girl, who has that thing. What are you doing?"

Feng Jimeng didn't speak, she stood up and ran to the school's small shop, and when she came back, she took a roll of colored paper for wrapping books and a roll of transparent glue.

Then he used the whole day between classes to wrap the notebook, and protected each of the twelve and a half pages with transparent glue.After pasting, the entire notebook is twice as thick.

Yang Busy was busy at noon, so there was food left on the table for Feng Jimeng to eat by himself.The afternoon was short, Feng Jimeng hurried back and forth, and didn't have time to say anything. In fact, he was ashamed to face Yang Fan, and was hiding from him.But Feng Jimeng wasn't sure if Yang Fan noticed his abnormality, because he didn't take the initiative to mention the matter of helping Feng Jimeng copy the questions.

In the evening self-study, Feng Jimeng was a little restless.Yang Fan didn't take the initiative to talk to him, nor did he take the initiative to find him.Although Yang Fan usually would not send him a message at school, but today's situation is obviously different, so is he angry with himself?

After evening self-study, Yang Fan didn't come to pick him up, and Feng Jimeng even took a second look under the streetlight.He ran all the way home, and when he opened the door, he heard Yang Fan playing the guitar in his room.

Feng Jimeng became even more depressed. Did Yang Fan feel that he didn't know what was good and what was wrong, and was very sad, so he was looking for comfort in music?Is he really mad at himself?

He threw his schoolbag on the sofa, pushed open Yang Fan's falsely hidden door, and stood at the door hesitantly.

"I am back."

Yang Fan had finished washing, sitting cross-legged on the bed in his pajamas, hugging his guitar.Seeing Feng Jimeng stop, he said, "There's white fungus soup in the refrigerator, go and drink some."

"Ah."

"Remember to wash your hands first."

"know."

Feng Jimeng took out a bowl of tremella soup from the refrigerator, and sat at the dining table alone to drink it.The white fungus soup is boiled thick, and barley and lotus seeds are added in it, which is cool and sweet.The more Feng Jimeng drank, the more he felt that he didn't know what to do, and his eyes became sore with guilt.

After drinking the tremella soup, he took the initiative to wash the dishes, took a quick shower, and pushed open the door of Yang Fan's room again.

Feng Jimeng was standing at his door, not moving.

Yang Fan looked at him suspiciously for a while: "If you want to go in, come in quickly, let the chill go."

Feng Jimeng moved towards Yang Fan.Walking to the bed, he didn't speak, just stood there, staring at Yang Fan with lowered eyes.Yang Fan always felt that the emotions in his eyes were not very good, as if something was going to explode at any time.But recently, Feng Jimeng has been under a lot of pressure and a little anxious, so he is not surprised to do something.

Yang Fan waited for him to explode, and the two stared at each other for a while, Yang Fan finally asked first: "What's wrong?"

Feng Jimeng suddenly reached out to take the guitar away from Yang Fan's arms and put it aside.

"You today..."

Before Yang Fan could finish speaking, Feng Jimeng bent down and hugged his neck, then threw herself into Yang Fan's arms.

It turned out to be coquettish.

Yang Fan moved in cooperatively, opened his legs and arms, let Feng Jimeng sit by the bed, and hugged him.Yang Fan stroked Feng Jimeng's wet hair twice: "Bao'er, what's wrong?"

Feng Jimeng buried himself in his neck, and said in a muffled voice: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said you were meddling yesterday."

"Brother, don't be angry with me."

"I'm not angry with you." Yang Fan patted Feng Jimeng on the back, then shook him from side to side a few times, "I was a little impatient last night."

"I know that this day's tutoring is hard and you are under a lot of pressure, but don't push yourself too much, it will be counterproductive. The course is full during the day and the progress is fast, which means that you need better rest in order to effectively use the class Time. Instead of making up for what you haven’t learned during the day, poor rest at night will affect your efficiency during the day. This is a vicious circle.”

"Ah."

"In the long run, your teacher's propaganda that one point can overwhelm a thousand people and that one point can change one's destiny is nonsense. You don't have to be so fussy about your scores and rankings. Just try to do something so that you don't regret it in the future. Push yourself appropriately. Unleash your potential, push yourself too hard and you will get tired of studying. High school pushes yourself too hard, and there are not a few students who have played games for four years in college, you know?"

"understood."

Yang Fan patted Feng Jimeng's ass: "Don't think about it, I just wrote a new song, get up, and I'll sing it to you."