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Qin Fangcong remained silent, with the cigarette still in his mouth.

Even though he knew that Yang Fengyu had only had this temper after drinking, hearing this still made him feel bad.

"Can you stay away from me..." Yang Fengyu scolded himself, but he didn't have the slightest intention to push Qin Fangcong away, letting him hold him, "Don't fucking let me smoke second-hand smoke..."

"Are you still smoking less second-hand smoke?"

Both of them were suffocated in their hearts, and neither of them accepted the other.

Yang Fengyu remained silent, and after a few minutes, feeling ashamed, he got out of his arms, took half a step back, and looked up at Qin Fangcong.

Within two seconds, Qin Fangcong felt soft-hearted. He sighed and softened his tone. He stepped forward and pinched Yang Fengyu's neck, and hugged him firmly, "Yang Fengyu, calm down first."

Yang Fengyu pushed Qin Fangcong away, raised the wine bottle and drank it vigorously, the alcohol slipped into his throat, choking and irritating.

After a few sips, his hand was empty, and the bottle was snatched away by Qin Fangcong.

Qin Fangcong said seriously, "Why are you so disobedient?"

A few drops of alcohol ran down Yang Fengyu's chin, bringing a cool feeling to the side of his neck, Yang Fengyu's eyes were red, and his heart was about to cool down, "Why should I listen to you?"

Qin Fangcong's eyes darkened, he silently grabbed Yang Fengyu's wrist, and led him to the side of the car.

It doesn't make sense to talk to a drunk, and neither does it to a firecracker.

Yang Fengyu was aggrieved and angry because of his alcoholism. He shook off Qin Fangcong's hand without taking two steps, muttering in his mouth, tears fell down like worthless money, "What kind of benefits did Yang Wei give you? It's worth it!" Are you bothering me like this? Aren't you on my side? Is that how you stand?"

Qin Fangcong paused, and let go of Yang Fengyu's hand, "You still think I'm for Yang Wei, right?"

Yang Fengyu didn't say a word, but his eyes answered the question.

Qin Fangcong frowned, snuffed out the sparking cigarette butt in his palm, threw it away, and approached Yang Fengyu, within two steps, Yang Fengyu's back was against the black Mercedes.

The cigarette butt is very hot and will definitely burn you. Yang Fengyu noticed his movement, frowned, and wanted to grab his palm, but Qin Fangcong dodged it.

"I'll just say these words once, Yang Fengyu, don't regret it when you wake up tomorrow."

Qin Fangcong seemed to feel no pain at all, he pressed his palm on the car door behind Yang Fengyu, making a loud noise, and most of his body came up to him, looking down at him condescendingly.

"You...what are you going to do!" Yang Fengyu subconsciously wanted to struggle, but Qin Fangcong's pressure was tighter in an instant, their bodies were almost pressed together, and their noses were full of the smell of alcohol mixed with tobacco.

The body temperature was separated by two layers of fabric, and Yang Fengyu didn't dare to move immediately.

Qin Fangcong loosened the collar of his clothes, then lifted his sleeves up, revealing his veined arms and a small part of the tattoo, he exhaled, and said, "First, I didn't give Yang Wei a f*cking tip-off, never, I him Mom will stand by you from the beginning to the end. Second, whether you are a stranger or a person from the same world, you decide for yourself. "

Qin Fangcong let out a heavy breath, and said in a deep voice, "If you still think I'm a stranger when you're sober, you don't have to meet again in the future."

Yang Fengyu held his breath and went dumb for a moment, his pupils dilated, he was dizzy, and he didn't have much energy to digest Qin Fangcong's words, he just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the last sentence.

Don't need to meet again?

These words were like a heavy hammer, and Yang Fengyu was blindsided.

The distance between the two was so close that Yang Fengyu could see Qin Fangcong's sullen eyes clearly.

This time Yang Fengyu was completely flustered, grabbed Qin Fangcong's arm, and hurriedly explained, but after drinking, he also lost his language: "No, I didn't mean that! Don't, don't..."

At first I wanted to say don’t be angry, but I couldn’t say anything. In the end, it was like a pure sour lemon mashed into my throat, and the aftertaste was bitter.

"Don't ignore me..." Yang Fengyu held back for a long time, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

Qin Fangcong's expression changed slightly.

Qin Fangcong pressed the center of his brows, his expression and tone relaxed a bit, he patted Yang Fengyu's cheek, and wiped away his dry tears, "If you can't figure it out, come to me when you wake up. Let me explain it to you."

The last half of the sentence was heavily pronounced, Yang Fengyu hung his head, not sure if he heard it or not.

Qin Fangcong didn't intend to say anything else, he directly opened the car door behind him, put his arms around Yang Fengyu's waist, and carried him into the car.

"Qin Fangcong!!"

The skin on the side of the waist is very sensitive, Yang Fengyu panicked, his whole body was wrapped in the smell of alcohol and tobacco, this man was still pressing the cigarette butt into the palm of his hand just now, the heat from the palm of his hand will be transmitted to him through the fabric, Yang Fengyu hurriedly said: "Your hand ..."

"Don't worry about it." Qin Fangcong let go of his hand, and said hoarsely to the driver: "Drive."

The words just now were poured like a pot of cold water, Yang Fengyu was completely wilted, and after sitting down, he grabbed Qin Fangcong's wrist to see the burn on his palm, and then refused to let go.

Not long after, the half-bottle of alcohol that was poured into his head also made Yang Fengyu feel dizzy and wronged, and that sentence kept echoing in his mind, lingering.

Qin Fangcong wanted to stop, but he grabbed him even tighter, a little helpless: "Why?"

Yang Fengyu shook his head and didn't speak, and after a while he said, "Is there any medicine?"

"fine."

Qin Fangcong withdrew his hand when he was relaxed, and when he looked up, he saw Yang Fengyu staring at him with a slumped face, the corners of his mouth turned down, almost writing the word grievance on his face, so he sighed and asked: " What are you going to do?"

"I didn't scold you. I'm not a white-eyed wolf. I'm just too angry. I, I...I don't know if you said it...Don't ignore me."

Seeing his incoherent and flushed face, Qin Fangcong knew he was fucking up again, so he only took two sips, less than half a bottle.

Drinking with such a poor capacity for alcohol is really...

Not getting Qin Fangcong's response, Yang Fengyu panicked for no reason, and just had an argument with Yang Wei, full of grievances with no place to vent, hummed a few times, and began to shed tears silently, wiping them while shedding.

Seeing him crying, Qin Fangcong's heart tightened, he pulled him into his arms, and said in a low voice, "When did I ignore you?"

The car quickly stopped at the entrance of the alley, Li Wei excused himself to go out to smoke, and there were only two people left in the car.

Yang Fengyu refused to leave, and tightly grabbed Qin Fangcong's clothes.

"Go back to sleep if you feel uncomfortable, and wait until you wake up."

Yang Fengyu shook his head, his eyes were dark and bright, he sniffed, "Yang Wei is the person who does not support me in rap in the world, you, you are the person in the world who supports me in rap, I can't stand you helping him ..."

The voice was crying, and he was wronged to death.

Qin Fangcong frowned, his heart sank when he heard this sentence, he blamed himself for speaking too harshly, and said slowly: "I didn't help him."

After speaking, he pinched Yang Fengyu's neck helplessly, his palms were slightly cold, and he used some strength to let Yang Fengyu lean on his shoulder, and patted him on the back, "Good boy, don't cry."

In this state, reasoning is definitely not enough, maybe I will forget it tomorrow.

"I'm not, I don't believe you! Woohoo, I just can't accept it, I can't speak my mind, I didn't scold you, I'm sorry... I won't speak angry words in the future, you are not, you are not a stranger, hooooo, you Don't ignore me."

"Yang Fengyu, I didn't ignore you."

It looks so arrogant, why is it so insecure.

Qin Fangcong's arms tightened, and the upper bodies of the two pressed together, feeling Yang Fengyu's heart beating fast, "Stop crying, be obedient."

Yang Fengyu shook his head, Qin Fangcong's hair was tied a little itchy, and two illogical words popped out of his mouth, "I'm the fucking idiot, it's all Yang Wei's fault."

Qin Fangcong's heart softened completely, and he laughed when he scolded himself again. He stretched out a hand to caress the back of his head, and hugged him for a while before saying: "I know you are wronged, and what you said was angry, but Yang Fengyu, not everyone People will tolerate you, and if you say something, there is no room for it to be taken back, understand?"

I didn't intend to be reasonable at first, but I still couldn't hold back, I don't know how much this little thing will remember when I get up tomorrow.

"What about you?" Yang Fengyu's heart tugged, and his voice trembled, "With you, can I take back what I said?"

Qin Fangcong bent his fingers and tapped the back of his head lightly, "This is not an example."

The person in his arms suddenly relaxed, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief, and after a while he said sullenly: "I'm sorry, I won't be angry anymore, I don't want to be a stranger to you, and you don't want to help Yang Wei, okay?" ?”

"Yang Fengyu." Qin Fangcong called him.

"Ok?"

"Do you still remember what I said tomorrow?"

Yang Fengyu nodded, then shook his head again.

Qin Fangcong lowered his voice, "People's prejudices will not disappear so easily. Your father's thoughts will not change for a while, but I will always stand by your side. Just because I won't leave, it doesn't mean you can complain Talk to me."

Yang Fengyu replied muffledly, and tears stained Qin Fangcong's shoulder with a small dark water stain, "Your hands, remember to apply medicine when you go back."

"Ah."

"I won't forget."

"Ah."

"I won't talk nonsense from now on."

"it is good."

"..."

Qin Fangcong patted him on the back again and again, the latter was really drunk and fell asleep within 10 minutes.He waited for Yang Fengyu's breathing to become steady and long before sending him back.

Yang Fengyu slept until noon, and was picked up by Tian Yuyang for lunch.

When he woke up, he was completely dumbfounded.

The last memory was still in the car. He remembered that Qin Fangcong's burns were not small, and he seemed to be crying like a [-]. As for how he came back, he didn't remember at all.

No, no, he hasn't cried so badly since he was five years old. It's impossible, it must be a dream.

Yang Fengyu was so comforted in his heart, when he saw himself in the mirror when he was washing his face, he was completely dumbfounded, his eyelids were swollen and his double eyelids were all swollen.

This look is crying swollen ah! !

Feeling lucky, Yang Fengyu asked, "Yangzi, how did I come back yesterday?"

Tian Yuyang just opened the lunch box, "It's broken again? Teacher Qin brought you back!"

"Fuck?"

Yang Fengyu was shocked.

In fact, Yang Fengyu didn't have a fragment, but he didn't want to accept whether it was a dream or a reality in the car. After all, the probability of "Yang Fengyu holding Qin Fangcong and crying wildly" happened is extremely low, and it's still kind of scary.

It's too magical and realistic, right?It's embarrassing to say it!

But before that, he remembered every word he said to Qin Fangcong, and those irrational and harsh words passed by his ears quickly.

"Grass."

Fake wine harms people, what kind of nonsense is he talking about.

Even a stranger said something like this, really...

Yang Fengyu clicked on the dialog box with Qin Fangcong, but his finger was hanging on the screen, unable to drop it for a long time.

Yang Fengyu wanted to ask him how the burn on his palm was, but later realized that he had spoken too much, but in the end he didn't send anything, and exited the chat interface holding his breath.

"Yang," Yang Fengyu wanted to cry, "I seem to be doomed."

Seeing him like this, Tian Yuyang couldn't help but ask, "Are you still going to Teacher Qin's class this afternoon?"

Yang Fengyu sighed with a bitter face, "I...I still won't go."

Having said so much, Qin Fangcong probably doesn't really want to see him now.

Seeing the time passing by, from Qin Fangcong's class time, recess until the end of class, Qin Fangcong's mind was full of Qin Fangcong, and Yang Fengyu was absent-minded about doing anything, so he could only click on Weibo, trying to divert his attention.

I forgot to release the new song that I made an appointment with yesterday. After uploading it, Yang Fengyu explained a few sentences under Weibo, and clicked on the co-written song to listen.

The information in the production column was filled in by himself. The title of the song is just a ".", followed by a small line of "feat."

This is the code name he gave Qin Fangcong.

This song is really nice, and there are traces of Qin Fangcong everywhere.

Without Qin Fangcong, there would be no this song, nor would there be the current Yang Fengyu.

While swiping, Tian Yuyang suddenly made a voice call.

"Coconut, I still feel something is wrong. I went to class today, and Teacher Qin looked at me twice. His face is so cold! I think I can take out my down jacket and wear it."

Yang Fengyu heard some noise from his side, and asked, "Are you finished?"

"It's off. I just left the classroom. Teacher Qin hasn't left yet. I'll slip away first."

"Fuck, why are you so fucking guilty?" Yang Fengyu scolded in a low voice, then asked awkwardly, "He... is his hand okay?"

"Huh? Did he hurt his hand? I didn't notice, it just looked bad."

Qin Fangcong's burns seemed to be quite severe yesterday, Yang Fengyu frowned, and within two seconds, he heard his voice getting louder and louder, and couldn't help asking: "Where are you?"

"I'm going down the stairs. There are a lot of people. I just took a few photos secretly in class. I'll find some photos for you to take a look at."

Yang Fengyu reminded: "Are you still playing with your mobile phone when you go down the stairs? Watch the way, don't fall."

Tian Yuyang chuckled twice, "I sent it to you, take a look."

A message popped up on the screen, which was a somewhat blurry photo.

In the photo, Qin Fangcong was giving a lecture, a little blurry, with a cold face, and he could feel the low air pressure through the photo.

It's over, it's over, he seems to have really pissed off Qin Fangcong.

Tian Yuyang's voice came from watching the excitement: "You don't know how heavy the classroom atmosphere is today, Mr. Qin... ah!!"

There was a sudden scream from the opposite side. The ambient sound was really noisy, but a loud noise was still heard. Yang Fengyu was startled, and hurriedly asked, "What the hell? What's wrong with you?"

"Coconut...you have opened your mouth..."

"? Really fell?" Yang Fengyu stood up immediately, "Is it serious? Is there anyone beside you?"

No reply.

Yang Fengyu was really in a hurry, he put on a pair of shoes casually and prepared to go out, "Tian Yuyang? Are you talking? Are you talking?"

The voice of Tian Yuyang gasping came from the receiver, Yang Fengyu cursed and ran out.

Before I ran two steps, I heard a low and muffled voice from the microphone: "Are you sober?"

Yang Fengyu paused.

It was Qin Fangcong's voice.