you have to talk to me

After Yang Fan came back, the smell of food wafted from the kitchen from time to time, and the study group outside couldn't continue studying.Seeing that they had already talked about next year's World Cup from general relativity, Feng Jimeng quietly left the table and slipped into the kitchen.

The kitchen was sweltering and hot. In order not to disturb them, Yang Fan still closed the door. A series of beads of sweat were hanging on his forehead. When he saw Feng Jimeng coming in, he said, "It's still a while before we eat, go out, it's hot inside."

Feng Jimeng looked left and right in this not-so-spacious kitchen, pulled a piece of kitchen paper, wiped the sweat off Yang Fan's eyebrows, and muttered: "I'm not hot."

"Leave them for dinner, am I causing you trouble?"

"It's not troublesome to cook two more dishes."

Feng Jimeng buried her head in thought for a while: "Next time I'll cook for you."

"you……"

Before Yang Fan could finish his words, Hou Wen pushed open the kitchen door and squeezed in together with Jian Hang.Hou Wen yelled: "What? Feng Jimeng wants to cook?"

Zhang Jiarui also threw himself on Hou Wen's back: "Brother Meng cooks? Which dish, I'll give you a taste first."

Jian Hang threw him off Hou Wen's back, and Zhang Jiarui yelled at him: "There's something wrong with you, I didn't touch you."

Jian Hang yelled back rudely: "Do you have skin hunger? You jump on everyone you see. My second uncle's Teddy is just like you."

Holding the plate Yang Fan handed him, Feng Jimeng said coldly to the bastards who disturbed their world, "Get out of the way."

Jian Hang is often not very polite, but he respects Yang Fan very much and takes the initiative to help pass the dishes.Bai Lan is also a sensible person, and has already cleaned up the books on the dining table.Hou Wen and Zhang Jiarui followed suit.When Zhang Jiarui took the vegetable bowl from Yang Fan, he winked at him, which means that I know the secret between you and Feng Jimeng, because I am Brother Meng's best friend, and you will be my brother-in-law from now on...

"Zhang Jiarui, what's wrong with your eyes, do you have needle eyes?"

"……No."

"That's because the kitchen is full of smoke, take it out quickly."

After eating and drinking enough, everyone's enthusiasm was soaring. Hou Wen and Bailan rushed to wash the dishes and did not get rid of it, so they did a while of questions.Until Hou Wen said that what he prepared for everyone today was an argumentative essay. Argumentative essays are the most common subject of college entrance examination essays. It is necessary to listen to his careful analysis, and then everyone will write an 800-word essay.

Others called him a few times, and the enthusiasm for learning also disappeared.

It was already dark, Feng Jimeng sent the other four people downstairs.Zhang Jiarui's home is far away from the old city, and he rides on the small battery his mother used to buy vegetables.Hou Wen and Jian Hang are five stops away from here, and they can go back directly from the bus stop opposite the community.Bailan's house is on the east side of the Hongcheng River, quite close to here, just walk two intersections along the river.

Zhang Jiarui was so happy, he wiped the soft leather back seat of the battery car until it was very shiny, patted it again, and volunteered to send Bai Lan home.But he didn't expect Bailan to say that his two families went in opposite directions and would not let him send it off.

Zhang Jiarui was a little frustrated, but still insisted: "I call you Brother Lan to show my respect to you. It's dangerous for girls to walk at night, so I'll see you off."

But Bai Lan grabbed Feng Jimeng: "It will be here in a few minutes, how about a gift from the same table?"

Zhang Jiarui was a bit stuck, and finally sighed: "Okay, brother Meng, I will leave this difficult task to you."

Feng Jimeng sent a message to Yang Fan, saying that he would send Bailan home and come back later.

The two walked slowly along the Hongcheng River, and attracted a lot of attention along the way. Everyone seemed to agree that they were a couple.Handsome men and beautiful women, just at the right age, walking by the river with swaying willow leaves, blowing the breeze in late summer, what a wonderful picture.

Feng Jimeng asked: "Why didn't Zhang Jiarui send you off?"

In fact, he could feel something, Bailan was careless, friendly and friendly to everyone, except that he would hurt Zhang Jiarui from time to time, although that idiot Zhang Jiarui didn't notice at all, or didn't mind if he did.When accepting other people's kindness, Bailan still feels embarrassed, for example, having a meal at Yang Fan's house is the most embarrassing for her.Only Zhang Jiarui accepted Zhang Jiarui's courtship very casually.It seems that he is always expressing that he has no extra thoughts about that person other than his classmates and friends, and he is a little deliberate.

Bailan didn't answer Feng Jimeng's question, but instead said: "Hey, my deskmate, I actually knew you since I was a sophomore in high school."

"When?"

"The volleyball game. Your performance in the volleyball game is very eye-catching, and you are handsome, so many girls are screaming for you."

"is it?"

Bai Lan smiled: "You really don't know at all?"

Feng Jimeng shook his head. He heard many people screaming, but he really didn't know that it was for him.

"Hahaha, you really don't hear anything out of the window."

"At that time, many girls asked Zhang Jiarui for your contact information, but Zhang Jiarui refused to give them, and said that you were autistic, bad-tempered, and difficult to get along with. And your captain, who has a really bad temper, who wants your team members' contact information, he Put on a face like a tiger and let people go away. There were girls who liked him a lot, but his notoriety spread far and wide, and no girls dare to approach your volleyball team anymore."

Bailan looked at Feng Jimeng, put her hands behind her back, and stretched her head over, a little tentatively: "Actually, my best friend asked me to introduce her to you. She's from Class 16. She's pretty. Zhang Jiarui also knows her. You're interested in meeting her." for a while?"

"Not interested in."

"It doesn't matter, just make friends while studying."

Feng Jimeng looked at Bailan seriously, "I have a lover."

The subtext is self-evident, Bai Lan is quite surprised: "From our class?"

"No."

"I don't think so. I haven't seen anyone you have a particularly good relationship with...it can't be Zhang Jiarui, right?"

"Do you really think so?"

Bai Lan blushed a little, and laughed a few times in embarrassment.

"Not a student, older than me."

"Well, you don't look like the type of person who would look for someone your own age."

"En." Feng Jimeng asked the first question again, "Why don't you let Zhang Jiarui send it?"

"Is it hard for you to ask you to give it away?"

"Since someone is willing to take the initiative to send you off, why do you want me to?"

This was supposed to be the time for him and Yang Fan to live together. It's only a week, how precious it is, but it turned out that I was here to see my buddies, and I sweated a lot. Would you be happy?

Bai Lan glared at him: "Didn't you guess it?"

"That's why I'm a little puzzled."

Bai Lan obviously likes Zhang Jiarui, why would she reject his kindness and this opportunity for the two of them to get along in private.For senior high school students belonging to different classes, this is a rare time alone.

I saw Bai Lan lowered her head and raised it again, shedding the lively and cunning, with a gloomy look on her face: "You know I'm sick."

"Ah."

"Heart disease, congenital, ventricular septal defect, simply speaking, there is a hole in the septum between the two ventricles. I had an operation in June, but I don't know if I can return to a normal life."

"Zhang Jiarui doesn't know?"

"Why did I tell him this for no reason?"

In fact, Bailan said this with a guilty conscience, because she has concerns, she may never be truly cured, cannot live like a normal person, cannot have children, she is worried that Zhang Jiarui will dislike her because of this, even if he doesn't care, he The family will not care.So she can't get too close to him now, she knows that Zhang Jiarui is immature and has no brains, and is far inferior to Feng Jimeng who can read words and understand others' intentions, for fear that the foolish boy will confess his love to her on the spur of the moment. Then there is a dilemma.

She thought Feng Jimeng would say that she was selfish or something, but he just hummed.

"Will you tell him?" After asking Bailan, she said with abandon, "You can tell him if you want, he is your good buddy."

But Feng Jimeng said: "The most important thing for us right now is the college entrance examination. At this time, we shouldn't be distracted by other things. You think so too, right?"

"Well, yes. Sometimes I feel that this day is too hard and I want to finish it quickly, but sometimes I feel reluctant." Bai Lan took off her clothes and returned them to Feng Jimeng, "At the same table, I'm here. "

"What are you struggling with? You only have those few classes every day, leaving late and returning early."

Bailan smiled slyly at him: "How do you know that I didn't study at home? Believe it or not, I surpassed Zhang Jiarui in the monthly exam."

"I care about you."

When I got home, the room was quiet, Yang Fan had already washed up and returned to his room.Feng Jimeng opened the door and put his head in to have a look: "Brother, I'm back."

Yang Fan was composing music on the computer with headphones on.The air conditioner was turned on in the room, so he squeezed a cigarette and put it under his nose to smell it, but he didn't light it.Seeing Feng Jimeng, he took off his earphones and let him in.

Feng Jimeng said that he was going to take a shower first, then he ran to the bathroom and took off his clothes all over the floor.

Yang Fan came out with a cigarette between his hands and lit it, and picked up the clothes for Feng Jimeng into the washing machine on the balcony.When the washing machine was spinning, Yang Fan put his hands on the washing machine and smoked with his shoulders slumped.

He didn't know if Feng Jimeng's request to go abroad cast a shadow on him, even though Feng Jimeng had repeatedly promised that he would not go out, and this matter was never brought up again, Yang Fan still felt powerless.Whether it's Feng Jimeng going abroad, or his female tablemate, it makes him feel powerless to grasp their future.

He also had this kind of powerlessness before. When he and Xu Youlin separated, he couldn't let go of their past powerlessness.

Everything is out of his control, leaving him powerless and overwhelmed.

Feng Jimeng finished washing quickly, her whole body was wet, she couldn't wait to run to the balcony and hug Yang Fan from behind, put her chin on his shoulder and asked, "Brother, what are you doing?"

"Isn't this a question without knowing it?"

"I just want to ask."

"Smoking, doing laundry."

"my clothes?"

"Don't throw dirty clothes around next time."

"I came out to tidy up after washing." Feng Jimeng asked again, "Brother, what were you doing in the room just now?"

"Composer."

"Can you compose music?"

"Use the composition software to compose and compose casually, just play around."

"Listen to me."

Feng Jimeng returned to the room, wearing earphones and sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, hooking her neck, revealing a protruding cervical spine, staring at the rhythmic music bar on the computer screen, shaking her head slightly with the rhythm, looking very focused .

Yang Fan originally sat next to him, stared at him for a while, then moved behind Feng Jimeng, pulled him into his arms, and circled him from behind.

Although he was prepared before falling in love with him and thought of those possibilities, but now that he really thinks that Feng Jimeng will leave him one day, Yang Fan feels that he can't bear it anymore, even thinking about it makes him uncomfortable no.

He hugged Feng Jimeng, buried his face in his back and rubbed back and forth.