you have to talk to me

After listening to several songs, including some that Yang Fan sang to him, and some new songs that he heard for the first time, Feng Jimeng hung the earphones around his neck, turned to Yang Fan and asked, "Brother, have you thought about posting these songs?" go out?"

Yang Fan rolled his eyes in embarrassment: "It's something for self-entertainment, what's there to do?"

"I think they all sound good, and I'm sure many people will like them."

Yang Fan took off the earphones from Feng Jimeng's neck, turned off the computer, put his arms around him from behind and said, "If you think it sounds good, why don't you listen to it alone?"

Feng Jimeng turned her back to him, not noticing Yang Fan's unpleasant attitude under the euphemistic language, and continued to express his sincere thoughts: "I just think good music deserves to be heard by more people."

"It's not very good music, and I don't care if others hear it or not."

Feng Jimeng was stunned, and only saw Yang Fan's uneasy expression when he turned around, wondering if he had said something wrong.

"Are you still studying tonight?"

"Stop studying."

Yang Fan let go of his hand: "Then go to sleep."

"Brother," Feng Jimeng was a little anxious, "Did I make you angry?"

Yang Fan suppressed the resentment caused by the worries in his heart, and said as calmly as possible: "Bao'er, I write songs as a hobby. It's just to pass the time. It doesn't make many people like it. You like it only because you love the house and the world. In this matter I don't want to put any pressure on myself."

Feng Jimeng really wanted to refute, he was not in love with the house.He was also very puzzled why Yang Fan didn't want his song to be released to be liked by more people.It stands to reason that all people with creative desires hope that someone can share and appreciate his creative achievements. Even Hou Wen, who writes essays, hopes to be singled out by the teacher to read aloud, and to be worshiped by classmates.

But Yang Fan obviously didn't want to talk about it anymore, so Feng Jimeng could only say, "I know."

After a while, after the tense tension just passed, Feng Jimeng tentatively asked again: "Brother, can I sleep in your room tonight?"

"Why are you sleeping in my room?"

"I only come out for one night a week, and I don't have much time to spend with each other. I want to talk to you."

Seeing Feng Jimeng's hot and sincere eyes, Yang Fan hesitated for a moment, but still said: "You have to get up early for class tomorrow, so you should go to sleep next door."

At this point, Feng Jimeng had no choice but to stand up and go back to the room in frustration.

Lying on the bed, he thought that Yang Fan might be really angry with him, although he couldn't figure out what made him angry.What should I do?Feng Jimeng couldn't sleep, and couldn't figure out why, tossing and turning for a while, he only figured out a way, which was used before, and that was to take off his clothes.

If he took off his clothes and got into Yang Fan's bed, he would be reluctant to drive himself away.

As soon as he said it, Feng Jimeng turned over and got up, took off his shirt with a wave of his hand, and when he was about to take off his pants, the door rang twice, and then he saw Yang Fan pushing the door in with a pillow in his hand.

He looked at Feng Jimeng's bare upper body and hugged his arms in surprise, then frowned: "What are you doing without sleeping at night?"

"Yes, it's a little hot."

Yang Fan glanced at the temperature displayed on the air conditioner, which was 20 degrees: "Don't pretend, it's not a joke to catch a cold."

He threw the pillow on Feng Jimeng's bed, took the remote control and adjusted the temperature to 26.

"Put on your clothes and go to bed." He lay down by himself first.

Feng Jimeng quickly put on her clothes: "Brother, you sleep here."

"Isn't my bed narrow?"

Feng Jimeng happily climbed onto the other half of the empty bed, and found Yang Fan's hand after lying down.The light went out, Feng Jimeng grabbed his hand for a while, then moved it a little closer, touching Yang Fan's shoulder.

Before he wanted to talk to Yang Fan, he had a lot to talk to him, for example, he got 144 in the weekly English test, and he was the first in their grade. For example, Zhang Jiarui knew about their relationship and said he was very envious. I also want to ask Yang Fan's opinion on the entanglement between Bailan and Lanlan.

But at this moment, I don't want to say anything anymore, I just want to lie quietly with Yang Fan, hold his hand, lean on his shoulder, and fall asleep so sweetly.

After a while, Yang Fan spoke first.Although it's embarrassing to say this, if you don't say it, you might get bored and lose your temper, and Feng Jimeng has no experience in this, so it's almost impossible to expect him to take the initiative to notice something.

"Mengmeng, what do you think of your tablemate?"

Feng Jimeng was stunned for a moment: "Did you say Bailan?"

"Ah."

"It's fine, what's wrong?"

Yang Fan paused: "It's pretty good. That little girl looks smart and has a good personality. Are you getting close to her?"

"Yeah." Feng Jimeng thought, and he had to be close, they were at the same table, and with Zhang Jiarui's relationship, he had to take care of girls anyway.

"Then do you like her?"

"?"

Feng Jimeng didn't know how to answer for a while, because he didn't know what Yang Fan meant.However, Yang Fan misunderstood his silence, his heart felt sore and his throat tightened.

"You can say whatever comes to your mind, don't hide anything from me, and I won't blame you for anything."

Feng Jimeng was even more puzzled, why should he blame him?

"As a friend, I quite like her."

Yang Fan turned sideways, looked at Feng Jimeng through the dim light outside the window, his heart was sour, and the gentleness in his words suppressed a bitter taste.

"Have you ever thought about liking a girl? The kind of liking is deeper than that of friends."

"Why should I like girls?"

"Because heterosexuality will be accepted by more people, you will get more blessings. Homosexuality is not a good way to go, I mean it, if you can choose, you will be happier with girls." Yang Fan couldn't think of him He would say this kind of thing, and he didn't expect that it would make him so uncomfortable, but he continued, "You haven't had much contact with girls before, I think you like Bailan quite a lot, so do you want to try it?" one time?"

When Feng Jimeng heard this, his brain exploded.He sat up from the bed suddenly, and said indifferently: "Try what? Try to like girls?"

"Ah."

Feng Jimeng couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, but he felt that sour taste rushed into his throat, forcing his heart to be blocked, his nose sore, and his eyes filled with tears in the dark.He didn't know why Yang Fan said that, if he was euphemistically expressing that he didn't want to be with him anymore, and didn't want him anymore.

"Today, Bailan told me that there are many girls in school who like me. They asked her for my contact information and asked her to introduce me. They all screamed for me during the volleyball match."

Yang Fan's throat was also very congested: "I said it before, there will be many people who like you, come to love you, and there will be more in the future. You already have many choices..."

"But I don't know at all, I really don't know, if she didn't tell me today." Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, Feng Jimeng hadn't cried for many years, but now he couldn't control it, he shrugged He lowered his shoulders, and wiped away the tears that pooled on the tip of his chin, "I don't know what people think of me, how to pry me, I was all around you at those times."

"I'm confessing my love to you, and I'm trying my best to make up lessons. When others are screaming for me, I'm anxiously looking for your shadow in the auditorium. When others are asking for my contact information, I'm following you and Xu Youlin. I I was so jealous of him then, and I'm still jealous of him now. I didn't see anyone else, nothing at all, I couldn't do anything else, I don't know what you're trying to say, I just know that I really like you, why do you Say that kind of thing." Speaking of this, Feng Jimeng finally burst into tears.

Yang Fan propped himself up and sat opposite Feng Jimeng. He made people cry, and he felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to cry, so he opened his arms to hug Feng Jimeng.Feng Jimeng struggled a bit, and Yang Fan used all his strength to forcefully press her into his arms, hugging her tightly.

"I'm sorry." Yang Fan kissed his hair, "Bao'er, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

Hearing Yang Fan's apology, Feng Jimeng buried herself in his arms and cried even harder.Yang Fan raised his face and blinked fiercely a few times, swallowing some excess liquid back.Feng Jimeng cried so much that his heart ached. He knew he was reasonable, but he still felt like a jerk because he made Feng Jimeng cry and couldn't be coaxed.

After a while, Feng Jimeng finally calmed down a bit, Yang Fan let him go, took out a piece of paper to wipe his tears.Feng Jimeng sat dumbly, sniffing his nose from time to time.

"Mengmeng?" Yang Fan didn't know whether he was still sad or angry.

"Yang Fan," Feng Jimeng's voice was buzzing with his nose blocked, "Do you not want to be with me anymore?"

Yang Fan held up the crying face: "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I say I don't want to be with you anymore?"

Feng Jimeng sniffed: "Then why do you want me to like girls?"

Yang Fan was silent, embarrassed: "Because I'm afraid you like girls."

"I don't understand."

"Because I'm jealous of Bailan, just like you are jealous of Xu Youlin, understand?"

"Do you eat white and blue vinegar?"

"Yes." Yang Fan rubbed his face fiercely, "You are at the same table, you are together in and out of class, you get along so much day and night, how many times do you know that the throbbing in your school days developed from being at the same table?"

"You still do homework for her. Who did you do homework for? Why should you do homework for her? Does she have no eyes or hands?"

"And put her in your clothes. I bought those clothes, two of them, one for each of us, couple clothes, who is she? Is it her turn to wear little girl movies?"

Yang Fan got angry when he said that, he was just jealous and upset, but he is an adult, so he had to hold back, so that no one could see that he was so mean.To be jealous, he has to find so many high-sounding excuses, and some reasons for the [-]th bend of the mountain road, so that his sweetheart, his baby, was misunderstood, and cried a lot in anger.How worthless, how stupid he is, just mad at himself.

Feng Jimeng blocked her nose and laughed again.

"Bailan can only be at the same table and as a friend. Zhang Jiarui likes her, and she also likes Zhang Jiarui. We are just friends. Zhang Jiarui begged me to bring them to make up lessons. I also lent Zhang Jiarui the clothes, and he wore them for Bailan."

"is it?"

I was jealous by mistake, but Brother Yang is not embarrassed at all.As long as he is upright and confident, the one with a guilty conscience is the other party.

Sure enough, Feng Jimeng immediately admitted his mistake and apologized: "I'm sorry, I won't give what you gave me to others in the future."

"It's good to know, what I give you belongs to you only, it's exclusive to you, don't give it to others."

Yang Fan pulled Feng Jimeng into his arms again, and kissed his wet eyes from crying.Yang Fan put on a rascal face, buried Feng Jimeng's shoulder and neck and rubbed hard: "You are too, no matter what white, blue, black or blue, don't be so nice to her, just be nice to me, don't give it to me. other people."