After I was confessed, I was reborn [Entertainment]

Cen Nian opened his eyes wide.

He lost all his thoughts for a moment, as if he was thrown into some strange blank space.

About 2 minutes later, he remembered to push Fu Ran away—fortunately, Fu Ran didn't insist, Cen Nian pushed him back, but he still looked up at him seriously.

"you……"

With a blank expression, Cen Nian subconsciously looked for cigarettes in his school uniform jacket.He remembered that the cigarettes were taken away by Wei Yan, and he became more irritable and rubbed his hair.

"what does it mean?"

Cen Nian stared at the black and white keys, and asked in a hoarse voice.

Fu Ran was still half kneeling.

He helped Cen Nian zip up his school uniform jacket, looked at the zipper, and smiled after a while:

"What do you say?"

"... every year?"

Fu Ran used to call him by his first name directly.

'Niannian' is rarely called by people. At home, Aunt Li calls it once, and occasionally Wei Yan calls it twice when she feels nauseous.And strangely, the two words that Fu Ran said were pleasant to hear, with a gentle and low voice, inexplicably lingering.

"No," Cen Nian rubbed his hair and looked at Fu Ran with an irritable expression, "What do you mean?! If I know, do I still need to ask you?"

There was something stuck in his chest, like he had eaten shit, but the shit was surprisingly a little...sweet.

"Ah."

Fu Ran raised his head slightly, rubbed his thumb against the corner of Cen Nian's lips for a moment, and said warmly, "I like what you mean."

Cen Nian suddenly got up and said:

"This is impossible."

He picked up his schoolbag beside the piano and walked out.

Fu Ran didn't stop him.

Cen Nian walked out the door, stopped at the corner and waited for 2 minutes.

...Fu Ran really didn't catch up.

Cen Nian let out a 'tsk', unable to explain what he was feeling, and left with his schoolbag on his back.

Because of his restlessness, Cen Nian almost slipped when he stepped into the snow.

The year is coming to an end.

There are always so many things to do every day in the third year of high school.Even a student like Cen Nian had to calm down and study hard at this time.

Cen Nian is very sober, he understands when he can mess around and when he must study.It is impossible for the Cen family to be his reliance, his future can only depend on himself.

From that day on, out of some delicate mood, he didn't talk to Fu Ran again.

At noon that day, after lunch, Cen Nian was planning to go back to the classroom to write a set of mock papers. Standing at the back door, he saw Fu Ran teaching a girl to write questions.The girl blushed, her eyes didn't even fall on the paper, she just stared at Fu Ran.

Cen Nian: "..."

That feeling of eating shit is back.

Cen Nian looked at it for two seconds, then turned and went to the rooftop.During the lunch break, there was no one in the teaching building. Cen Nian sat cross-legged and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

He doesn't like smoking much.

But some habits are hard to break.

"I originally considered you a friend." Cen Nian muttered, staring at the flickering cigarette butt.

He rarely makes friends.

After getting along for more than a month, I feel that Fu Ran is very close to each other. At first, I had the mentality of making friends, but somehow, it changed.

Cen Nian only took two puffs and let the cigarette light up by himself.After a while, he felt bored, stood up and turned around.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he bumped into someone.

"No eyes?" Cen Nian said angrily.

"Smoking again?" the man frowned and asked.

Cen Nian was taken aback.

... Fu Ran.

Cen Nian was in a complicated mood.

"Yeah." He looked away and said absent-mindedly, "It's okay, I'll go first."

Fu Ran refused.

"You like smoking so much?" Fu Ran asked in a low voice.

"Yeah," Cen Nian shrugged, tugged at the corners of his mouth, and teased, "It's very fun, do you want to try it?"

He was joking, but unexpectedly, Fu Ran replied:

"it is good."

Cen Nian raised his eyebrows and lowered his head to find cigarettes and a lighter in his jacket pocket.But he didn't expect Fu Ran to take the half-smoked one directly and take a sip.

Cen Nian: "..."

Fu Ran doesn't know how to smoke. He just took two puffs and coughed.

Cen Nian stood where he was, looking at him with a bored expression.

Fu Ran coughed twice and slowed down:

"Feel sorry."

"I don't know how to smoke," Fu Ran smiled, his voice hoarse, "It doesn't taste good either."

"Does it taste bad?"

Cen Nian asked back.

He raised his head slightly and looked at Fu Ran seriously.

It's almost Chinese New Year, but the sky is unexpectedly blue.It didn't snow that day, it was a sunny winter day, and the wind was blowing from the roof.

He kind of thought...

Cen Nian carefully felt the impulse.The impulse was inexplicable, but menacing.

"Ah."

Fu Ran was taken aback, and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Fu Ran still held the half of the cigarette between his fingertips, and Cen Nian took a puff from his hand, pulled Fu Ran's collar to tear him off, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

Fu Ran's breath stagnates.

The kiss was short.

Cen Nian seemed to just want him to have a taste of the smoke, so he quickly backed away, looked at Fu Ran's expression carefully, and asked again:

"Does it taste bad?"

Fu Ran lowered his eyes, stared at him, and whispered after a while:

"……it is good."

Cen Nian smiled.

He stubbed out his cigarette, went outside, and said:

"Evened out."

The kiss in the musical instrument room before and the kiss on the roof this time are even.

Just as Cen Nian touched the doorknob of the rooftop, Fu Ran suddenly said from behind:

"No."

Cen Nian: "Huh?"

"Who said it's even?" Fu Ran smiled, "Niannian, you don't like me, how can you call it even?"

Cen Nian didn't look back.

He opened the door and asked softly:

"Who said I don't like it?"

——When you are young——