you have to talk to me

Yang Fan carried the guitar into his arms again, plucked the strings a few times, and cleared his throat.Before starting, he held down the fingerboard and vaccinated Feng Jimeng.

"I just wrote it today, and you will listen to it."

Feng Jimeng sat cross-legged beside him, nodded obediently, and Rainbow farted naturally: "I like all your songs."

Yang Fan glanced at Feng Jimeng, shrugged, and sat up straighter.

The prelude sounded, it was soothing music.The first two times I heard Yang Fan sing his own songs were all audio, and the attention was on his voice. Today Feng Jimeng focused on his hand plucking the guitar strings.

Yang Fan's hands are the same as others, wide and thick, and the palms are always hot.The hands that do physical work are not delicate at all, the skin on the back of the hands is rough, Feng Jimeng also knows that there are many hard calluses on his palms.But it is also these hands that are very precise when holding the basketball and shooting, and when plucking the thin strings, they are dexterous and vivid, and the music seems to flow from his fingers.

After the prelude passed, Yang Fan opened his mouth and deliberately lowered his voice. The voice coming from deep in his throat and even his chest was very magnetic.

"I want you…"

He looked at Feng Jimeng, his eyes were a little blurred: "...sleep on time."

Surprised, Feng Jimeng raised his eyes and saw Yang Fan's eyes.

Yang Fan raised the corners of his mouth at him, smiled provocatively, and started all over again.

i want you to sleep on time

I want you to eat fruits and vegetables

I want you a glass of milk every day

I want you not to waste your days

Yang Fan tilted his head and put it close to Feng Jimeng's ear. This was his inspiration, and this was a song written for him.

i want you to obey me

like i obey you

i want you to rely on me

like i depend on you

i want you to desire me

like i long for you

i want more

i want my habit

become your habit

i want my ideal

become your ideal

i want my life

be your life

I'm gonna tear you apart and bend you

I'm going to make your blood flow like a river

I want to pinch you into another me

The sound of the guitar stopped, and Yang Fan put his arms around Feng Jimeng's shoulders, his lips almost touching his ears, and sang the last verse.

last of the last

i want to love you more

like loving myself

After singing, Yang Fan took advantage of the opportunity to kiss Feng Jimeng's face and asked, "How is it? Does it sound good?"

Feng Jimeng didn't know when her cheeks started to burn so hot that her eyeballs became even more moist from the steam.It may be from the phrase "I want you to desire me as I desire you", or it may be "I want my life to be your life", or it may be "I want to love you more like I love myself" .

"It sounds good."

"Compared to 21P?"

"You sound nice."

Yang Fan was coaxed into joy, and put his arm around Feng Jimeng's shoulder: "Compared with Tyler, who do you like more?"

"like you."

"Then give me a kiss." Yang Fan handed over his face.

Feng Jimeng supported the other side of his face, and kissed his mouth directly.

Feng Jimeng's kissing skills are worse than his grades. If you have to quantify them, his grades are already in the middle and slightly above, and his kissing skills are really the worst.Not long after, her teeth scratched Yang Fan's lips first, and Feng Jimeng wanted to make up for it later, but bit Yang Fan's tongue again.When the lips parted, Feng Jimeng's neck turned red, partly from embarrassment, partly ashamed of his super bad kissing skills.

Yang Fan was obviously a little surprised, rubbed his wet lips, and coughed lightly.

"You... you're quite good."

Feng Jimeng sat next to Yang Fan and didn't speak, her whole body was glowing red.Somehow, the atmosphere between the two of them changed subtly, as if it was fermented by the moist, steaming, and tenderness, exuding an intoxicating sweetness.

Yang Fan cleared his throat again: "Bao'er, are you still listening to songs? I can sing other songs for you, you order."

Feng Jimeng shook his head, he sat on the side in a restrained and orderly manner, and glanced sideways at Yang Fan from time to time, hesitating and waiting at the same time.

Yang Fan put the guitar horizontally on his lap, and gently rubbed the smooth and cold panel of the guitar with his fingertips. Silence pulled between the two of them, and it became a thin veil. What was behind made him long for and cherish. so that he dared not lift it away.

After Feng Jimeng glanced at Yang Fan again, he reached for the guitar that was lying on his lap.Yang Fan used some strength to hold down the guitar, but Feng Jimeng was determined to take it away.Without the cover of the guitar, Yang Fan tightened his crossed legs, slightly arched his waist, and took advantage of Feng Jimeng's opportunity to play the guitar, and pulled the quilt over his legs.

This time Feng Jimeng took the guitar and put it on the desk at the foot of the bed.Back in front of Yang Fan, he blushed and took off his shirt with a wave of his hand.He put one leg on the ground, and knelt on the edge of the bed with the other leg, put his arms around Yang Fan's neck, slumped his waist, and pressed his chest close to him. When his neck crossed, he softly called out: "Brother..."

The nasal "Brother" made Yang Fan's muscles from neck to shoulder tremble uncontrollably.

His hands were hanging by his sides, his fists were clenched tightly, even the muscles on his arms were trembling slightly, and even his breath was a little unstable.

"Cute, cute..."

Feng Jimeng was very nervous, he didn't know how to express it in words, so he pulled Yang Fan's hand to his waist.

The skin is warm and smooth, holding it like a fine silk in the palm of your hand.With a thin waist, one hand can hold half of it, and two hands can hold it all.

Yang Fan didn't dare to touch it, his palms were covered with sweat after holding it for a while, he took his hand away, and only wrapped his arms tightly around Feng Jimeng, holding Feng Jimeng, motionless, letting the numbness like electric shock go away from his whole body Over and over again.

"Brother..." Feng Jimeng's voice was a little hoarse, "If you desire...want me, I think...it's okay."

Yang Fan's throat kept slipping, swallowing excessive saliva, but his voice was still hoarse.

"Mengmeng, that, the lyrics are just an artistic expression."

"Then don't you want to?" Feng Jimeng sat straddling Yang Fan's lap, feeling everything through a thin quilt.

"No, that's not what it means." Yang Fan let go of his arm, "You're too young."

"I'm an adult."

"...It doesn't count like that, you are still in high school, you are still a middle school student, I...you are still under such heavy study pressure, I can't..."

Feng Jimeng was still sitting on Yang Fan's lap, and the chest that was attached to him moved away a little. He lowered his head and looked down from the two chests: "But..."

"You sit on the bed first."

Feng Jimeng got up and sat next to Yang Fan.He was nervous at first, but it seemed that Yang Fan was also nervous, so he relaxed a little instead.

Yang Fan picked up the pajamas that Feng Jimeng threw on the bed and stretched it out for him.

After both of them calmed down a bit, Yang Fan coughed a few times embarrassingly: "Now there are only two of us in the house, so if I have something to say, I'll just say it directly."

"Ah."

"I don't know how you think about having a relationship. My words are relatively conservative. I don't agree with having sex with people too casually, but it is natural for couples who have established a relationship to have sex."

"But I have concerns about you. Although you are an adult, you are still a child in my eyes. So when I fall in love with you, including the intimate contact of cuddling and hugging, I will feel guilty when I am calm, but when I am with you When we're together, it's hard to hold back."

"I like the close contact with you very much, you don't have to feel guilty."

"I know. But that...I really...so we all have to hold back."

The two remained silent for a while, and after the atmosphere had completely cooled down, Yang Fan went to seal Jimeng's hand: "Aren't you angry?"

"No." Feng Jimeng leaned against Yang Fan, snuggling up to him, "Why are you angry?"

"Because I rejected you, I was afraid you would be unhappy."

Feng Jimeng just shook his head.Yang Fan thought he was still digesting his rejection, and said, "Graduation, at least wait until you graduate from high school, and wait until you are not a middle school student."

"Ah."

Yang Fan lay on the bed with his head tilted, put a pillow on his waist, and opened his arms: "Come, I'll hug you."

Feng Jimeng lay on top of Yang Fan.Yang Fan put his arms around him, although there was a pillow on his waist, Yang Fan's two powerful legs still clamped Feng Jimeng's legs, like a handsome big spider, holding his captured moth with eight legs.

"Bao'er, I really, really like you so much, you don't even know how much I like you."

If he had to describe it, Yang Fan could probably think of the alpine candy he ate when he was a child.

At that time, things were not abundant, and the family didn't have much money, and my mother was thrifty, so this kind of good candy could only be eaten during the Chinese New Year.The very small amount of pocket money is also bought with friends such as picture cards and glass beads, because he is a boy, and he wants to eat sweets more if he is embarrassed to talk to others.After finally getting a little bit of lollipop out of these pockets, he is often reluctant to eat it right away.Instead, it is treasured, and I would rather watch it swallowing saliva.

"Brother, I like you too."

Yang Fan kissed and sealed Ji Meng's face: "It's not easy to like each other at all, so let's talk about it and keep going." When he couldn't help it, he lightly bit Feng Ji Meng's face again, "What am I doing now? There is nothing to worry about, no matter what you want to do or where you go in the future, I will follow you."

"You chased me, then let me follow you from now on."

"I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to stay with you."

Yang Fan rolled around Feng Jimeng in his arms, and both of them lay down on their sides, but still hugged tightly: "Speaking of which I rejected you like that before, you didn't back down."

"Maybe it's because I'm slow." Feng Jimeng knew that he was always more sensitive to the malicious side of others, not because he couldn't feel it, but because he felt it but didn't get hurt, "So I'm not particularly sad."

Feng Jimeng nestled into Yang Fan's arms: "Actually, you have always been very kind to me, I know that."

"Then I will treat you better. It's better if you don't know it. It's better to be my baby."

"Ah."

After a while, Feng Jimeng suddenly asked: "The other day I proposed to live in your house as a tutor, but I think you are not very willing, can you tell me why?"

"Well, you know we're cohabiting, right? We've just established a relationship. On the one hand, I'm afraid that we don't understand enough and conflicts will break out too soon. Secondly..." Speaking of this and secondly, Yang Fan felt a little embarrassed, "It's been so long On the contrary, I look at you every day, and I'm afraid I can't help it."

Yang Fan repeated several times in his heart -- the child is still a student, and the child is under so much pressure to study -- and finally let go of Feng Jimeng: "Go back to your room and rest early."

Feng Jimeng got up obediently, and kissed Yang Fan's face: "Brother, good night."

"Good night."