you have to talk to me

Feng Jimeng originally didn't want to tell Yang Fan that his father came back to persuade him to go abroad, because Feng Jimeng still remembered Yang Fan's ugly expression when he first heard about it.In his opinion, this is not a big deal, because he won't go out, so there is no need to worry about it, but he didn't expect Yang Fan to guess it.

"Yes, but I'm not going out, I've already told him."

Yang Fan didn't speak, but tightened his arms holding Feng Jimeng a little.

"Do not you trust me?"

"No."

It's not that Yang Fan doesn't believe in Feng Jimeng, it's just that he doesn't think he can make decisions for himself, he's just a student.

"Then what are you worried about?"

"..."

"You still don't believe me."

"I don't believe you, but do you really think your dad will let you do whatever you want?"

"I don't know him, I just know I won't go abroad."

Yang Fan didn't know what to say, Feng Jimeng was still too young, he didn't know that he couldn't help himself, he didn't know that he was forced to do so, stubbornness and persistence were sometimes futile.And Yang Fan, who didn't want Feng Jimeng to go abroad the most, was just an outsider. The fate of the people he cherished the most was not in their hands or influenced by him, and he couldn't do anything about it, there was nothing more fucking.

Yang Fan was just silent, but Feng Jimeng was already sensitive to the doubts contained in this silence.Yang Fan always didn't believe him. From the very beginning, he didn't believe that he really liked him. Later, he didn't believe that he could control his own destiny, and now he didn't believe that he would stay.

He lifted Yang Fan's arm and got up from the bed.

"I said I won't go out, believe it or not."

"Mengmeng..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Jimeng went out.When Yang Fan heard the "snap" of the entrance door outside and chased him out, there was no one there.

Yang Fan went to the balcony, and after a while, he saw Feng Jimeng coming out of the doorway with his schoolbag in his hand. He yelled at the people downstairs to let him come back first.But the tall and thin figure paused, hesitated for about two seconds, and left.

this kid.Yang Fan lit a cigarette and watched Feng Jimeng all the way, the brat was really angry.

He knew very well that anyone who was doubted and distrusted by his closest person would feel aggrieved and angry, but Yang Fan couldn't hide his worry about this matter unless he really didn't care about this person.

After dinner was ready in the afternoon, Yang Fan waited until 7 o'clock, when evening self-study started, and Feng Jimeng didn't come back for dinner.He's also completely out of touch in the classroom.When self-study was over at 45:[-] in the evening, Yang Fan called him, but he didn't answer, and he didn't reply to the message.Yang Fan was so angry that he threw away his phone.

The little bastard.

At noon the next day, Yang Fan went to class (8) of the third year of high school with the prepared meal on time. Five minutes later, almost everyone in the class went to have lunch, and Feng Jimeng sat alone in the third row from the bottom by the window.This is the first time that they scored first in the class at the same table in the monthly exam. Bailan gave him the right to choose the seat, and he chose his favorite seat from the fifty vacancies.

Feng Jimeng took out a piece of bread from the belly of the table, and as soon as he tore it open, someone reached out and took it away from behind, and then there were two thermos buckets on the desk in front of him.Yang Fan squeezed into Bailan's seat and sat down, supporting his head with one hand, and took a big bite of the bread he had just grabbed with the other.

"Can this thing be full, and treat yourself so badly?"

Feng Jimeng lowered her hands, lowered her head and did not speak.He read the message Yang Fan sent him last night, and today the other party personally came to coax him with a meal. It stands to reason that he shouldn't be awkward anymore, but in fact he also understands that Yang Fan didn't believe him at all. Made him very uncomfortable.

Yang Fan squeezed the fluffy bread, and took two bites.

"You can deal with it like this, I can't bear it. Today there is eel section, and mushroom meat soup."

Seeing that Feng Jimeng was still not moving, Yang Fan took the initiative to open the thermos, put out the food, and handed the chopsticks to Feng Jimeng.

Feng Jimeng refused.

"Is this for me to feed you?"

"It's not impossible. Ah... open your mouth..."

Feng Jimeng frowned, grabbed the chopsticks, and started to eat.

"Right, if you're angry with me, you don't have to treat yourself badly."

Yang Fan balled up the bread wrapping paper, threw it back, and accurately threw it into the trash can in the corner of the classroom.Seeing that there was no one in the classroom, Yang Fan's free hand was casually placed on the leg under Feng Jimeng's desk.The sudden touch made Feng Jimeng's leg muscles instantly stiff.Yang Fan gently pinched him a few times, and the stiff muscles relaxed.

"Cute."

"Yeah." Feng Jimeng swallowed the food in his mouth, turned his head to meet Yang Fan's gentle eyes full of smiles, for a moment he forgot that they were still awkward, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to call you." Yang Fan stroked the hand holding his leg up and down twice, and a bunch of goosebumps appeared on Feng Jimeng's vest instantly.

"You eat yours, leave me alone."

Feng Jimeng's ears were red, and she buried her head in eating.

After eating, Feng Jimeng packed the box, wiped his mouth, and said after a while: "You still don't believe me."

"Forget it, there's no point in entangled with this matter now, when the day really comes..."

"There won't be a day."

"I'm talking about just in case. At that time, we'll figure out a way." The hand that was on Feng Jimeng's lap moved to his, and Yang Fan squeezed his finger. Seeing that no one came, he quickly moved the Put your fingertips between the two teeth and take a bite, "Bao'er, don't be angry."

Feng Jimeng withdrew his hand and curled up his fingers, the fingertips that were squeezed by the teeth felt a little painful, the pain that was too small was closer to numbness.Feng Jimeng's neck was red.

"Study hard in the afternoon, and come back for dinner at night. You are so nervous about studying, don't be distracted by these things."

It might be that Yang Fan was a little worried, but the following days were as calm as ever.Feng Jimeng went to and from get out of class every day as usual, and on weekends, she invited her friends to come to Yang Fan's house to study, and sent away her friends who were studying, so she sneaked in and took some time to focus on dating.

His father never returned to Hongcheng again, and recently he even made fewer persuasive phone calls.After two rains, the weather turned cold. Feng Jimeng didn't go home for a month, and the nanny came to give him clothes twice.

In the second monthly exam, Feng Jimeng's ranking rose by a small amount, reaching the end of the two hundred.This time the freshmen performed well in the exam, and the overall ranking of class 8 has risen, and the top two have successfully entered the rocket class.The rankings of Zhang Jiarui and Jian Hang are also normal, one in the teens and the other in the twenties.Due to performance problems, Hou Wen's ranking was like a roller coaster. Last time, he dropped to the 200 rank, but this time he returned to more than [-], keeping pace with Feng Jimeng.

In the blink of an eye, it was Yang Fan's 31st birthday.Once a person is over 30 years old, he has no interest in celebrating his birthday at all, and it is another rainy day, so Yang Fan just wants to sleep with his head covered.But Yu Gang couldn't persuade him to bring some friends over, insisting on celebrating him, so he found a random restaurant to have a meal at night.

Yu Gang was as noisy as ever, and urged everyone to show gifts. He gave two gifts to each of them, a large box of discounted large condoms and a Burberry scarf.When he was about to return to Ning City after the fuss, he told Yang Fan that the scarf was given by Xu Youlin, and he was too busy today to come to celebrate your birthday.

Yang Fan nodded.

After Yu Gang finished what Xu Youlin explained, he told Yang Fan his real thoughts: "He's not busy, he just can't face you and make out with your little boyfriend. Hey, where's your little boyfriend?"

"I'm in the third year of high school, and I'm still studying by myself at night."

Yu Gang pursed his lips: "Birthday is only once a year, what kind of evening self-study, if you want to go, I should go to you."

"Damn it, go back quickly."

"Bah, I was wrong, if you want to fuck, you will fuck, right, Brother Yang?"

Yang Fan stuffed Yu Gang's head into the car window, and asked Zhou Xingxing, who was driving, to raise the window, close it and leave quickly.

Yu Gang rolled his eyes, pointed at the miscellaneous presents in Yang Fan's hand, and told him through the glass: "Remember to use the condom, I'll give you a new one for your birthday next year."

Sending off these friends, Yang Fan looked at the time, it was almost the time for Feng Jimeng to study by himself next night.He borrowed an umbrella from the hotel, opened it with trembling, and turned to the gate of Hongzhong.

Today is his birthday, Feng Jimeng expressed apologetically that he didn't have so much time to prepare gifts, seeing that Yang Fan's razor was not working well, he bought him a new one online, but he said that he would take leave of school tonight to accompany him .

When they arrived at the school gate, a few minutes before get out of class ended, Yang Fan stood opposite the school gate smoking a cigarette.At this moment, a man he didn't know passed by him, and Yang Fan somehow felt that the man looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.After the man missed Yang Fan, he went straight across the road and stood in an inconspicuous corner by the school gate, as if waiting for someone.

After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't remember who it was, Yang Fan finished his cigarette, and the bell rang for the end of get out of class.He threw the cigarette butt into the trash can and walked to the school gate.It was raining heavily, he guessed that Feng Jimeng didn't bring an umbrella either.

There are a lot of self-study and live in the school at night, and only a few students go out with the ringing of the bell.Even though the lights were dim, he could see Feng Jimeng's figure from a distance, wearing a small sun umbrella, which he probably borrowed from a female classmate, and walked out quickly.

Walking out of the school gate, Feng Jimeng also saw Yang Fan, called brother in surprise, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"We just finished eating in Honghe Tower, I think you will drop by after class soon."

"Well, let's go then."

When leaving the school gate, Yang Fan subconsciously glanced into the corner, and there was no one there.

Walking out of the school street, Feng Jimeng put away his small umbrella and got under Yang Fan's big umbrella.Yang Fan naturally grabbed his shoulders and tilted the umbrella to the other side.

Feng Jimeng took the umbrella over: "Your shoulders are wet, let me hit you."

"It doesn't matter."

"Brother, go this way."

"Where is this going?"

"Go get a cake." Feng Jimeng dragged Yang Fan to the cake shop.

"I'm not a child, what kind of cake should I eat?" There was disgust on his lips, but an honest smile appeared on his face.

Yang Fan saw his cake from the freezer. It looked uglier than the ones next to it. The cream decoration was crooked, and happy birthday was written crookedly, but his heart was as sweet as if he had already eaten the cake.

Coming out of the cake shop, Yang Fan asked, "How do you have time to do this?"

"noon."

No wonder he ran away after a hasty meal at noon today.

Feng Jimeng was embarrassed: "It's the first time I'm doing it, and I don't have enough time, it's a bit ugly, so you can just do it."

Yang Fan gave Feng Jimeng the umbrella, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and leaned over to kiss his face: "Thank you baby."

Feng Jimeng carefully held the cake in front of her chest with one hand, and held the umbrella in the other hand, feeling a little shy for no reason, and walked home with Yang Fan hooking her shoulders.

Walking into the alley of Baiyang Road, Yang Fan felt a little unbearable. Seeing that there was no one around, he turned sideways and took Feng Jimeng into his arms, and lowered his head to kiss him on the mouth.

"Bao'er, having you with me on my birthday is the best gift. I really hope that you will be by my side every birthday in the future."

"Well, I will."

Just as Yang Fan was about to raise his head, Feng Jimeng threw the umbrella on the ground, raised his arm to climb Yang Fan's neck, and kissed it on tiptoe.

As the rain became lighter, the rain became softer, hitting their brows delicately, making the kiss on this rainy night extraordinarily lingering and affectionate.

When he was getting better, Yang Fan suddenly withdrew, and buried Feng Jimeng's face on his shoulder, holding his head.

Feng Jimeng was a little dazed by this sudden movement, struggled twice, seeing that Yang Fan didn't let him go, asked in a muffled voice, "What's wrong?"

After a while, Yang Fan finally let go of him, picked up the umbrella on the ground, covered their faces, and said in a deep voice, "Go, go home."

"Brother, what's the matter?"

"Looks like someone."

"Is there someone?" Feng Jimeng looked around, "Where is it?"

"It may be an illusion. Anyway, go home first."