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There is not much time left for Yang Fengyu to reminisce about his childhood. Although Qin Fangcong handled it like a duck to water, but the opponent has a large number of people, and he will definitely not have an advantage if he continues to fight.

Yang Fengyu quickly called the police, and then joined the battle.

In a one-to-many situation, it was Qin Fangcong who had the upper hand.

Grass, have you practiced?

"Damn it," Yang Fengyu hit hard, "Are you really a university professor? How can you fight better than me?"

Qin Fangcong chuckled lightly, did not speak, and hit his elbow.

When the film police arrived, Yang Fengyu was out of breath, and those little gangsters were all in disarray.

"I said, can you deal with them properly." Yang Fengyu managed to catch his breath, "This has... how many times."

"Detained for one month, it's not as simple as another one month," the film policeman said with a sigh. "This group of people are old nails. The last time they were detained was short because there were no bad consequences."

Qin Fangcong said coldly: "That's too late."

The police officer who knew Yang Fengyu stepped forward and smiled apologetically at Qin Fangcong: "We will strengthen our patrols, just in case, Yesi, you'd better move out as soon as possible."

Yang Fengyu glanced at Qin Fangcong from the corner of his eye, but said nothing.

"That's right!" The film police took advantage of the colleague's departure, leaned over to Yang Fengyu and whispered: "Your new song is so good! If you continue like this, you will become popular sooner or later, quickly become popular and move to a bigger house, don't stay here anymore! "

Yang Fengyu was startled, and then said, "Thank you."

Speaking of which, he hasn't seen how much the song has earned.

The police officers left with them, Yang Fengyu looked down at Qin Fangcong's hand, and found that he had been clenching his fist slightly, and asked with a frown, "Are you all right?"

Qin Fangcong shook his head, took out his coat from his arms and put it on, held his glasses in his hands without putting them on, and didn't ask anything, "Let's go."

After walking several meters, Yang Fengyu turned around, still standing still, "What's wrong?"

Yang Fengyu was silent.

It's really hard for him to connect this person with the one he was when he was a child.

For example, it was only at this time that Yang Fengyu realized that he actually knew nothing about Qin Fangcong.

Yang Fengyu only knew that he had just returned to China, aged 25, a handsome man, young and promising, gentle and abstinent.

Of course, it looks.

In fact, Qin Fangcong smoked strong cigarettes, drank foreign wine, and had tattoos, and he could beat the gangsters in their area to the ground with one punch.

With the huge contrast in front of him, Yang Fengyu felt like he was being played by Qin Fangcong.

Qin Fangcong told him twice to "think for himself", Yang Fengyu never knew what he made him think, but now he realized that Qin Fangcong recognized him from the very beginning.

Still keep silent.

Yang Fengyu stared down at the moss-covered stone road, clenched his fists, and suddenly shouted: "Qin Fangcong."

"Ok?"

"Brother Little Tree."

Yang Fengyu shouted again, raised his head, and met Qin Fangcong's surprised gaze: "Long time no see."

Then, the picture in front of him blurred.

He was very unpromising, so he covered his eyes as soon as Yang Fengyu got confused, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Then he heard steady footsteps and stopped in front of him.

Qin Fangcong seemed to sigh deeply, "Do you still remember me?"

A deep voice sounded above his head, and Yang Fengyu said in a muffled voice, "Nonsense! If I forget, no one will forget..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Fangcong brought him into his arms and hugged him tightly.

A hand with residual warmth grasped the back of his neck, pinching it neither lightly nor hard.

Qin Fangcong's breathing was not steady, Yang Fengyu's ear was pressed against his chest, and he heard the beating of his heart beating like a drum, pounding on his heart one after another.

"Long time no see." Qin Fangcong said, his tone was not as cold and calm as usual, and there were some irrepressible emotions.

It's been a really long time.

Yang Fengyu almost cut off contact with everyone in his hometown, and has never been back for so many years. He thought that he would never see "Brother Xiaoshu" again in his life.

He didn't expect that after walking around for so long, the person was right in front of his eyes.

And never told him!

Thinking of Yang Fengyu breaking his defenses instantly, he held back his tears and said angrily: "You are a fucking liar!! You deceived an innocent boy!"

Qin Fangcong moved up the hand pinching the back of his neck, and patted the back of his prickly head, his voice slowed down: "I didn't lie to you."

"You still help Yang Wei to bully me!!"

Yang Fengyu was so wronged, he didn't seem to be cursing at all, but he seemed to be coquettish, trying to get out of his arms, but his neck was pressed tightly, and there was a big hand patting him on the back, as if giving The cat is smooth.

"When did I bully you?" Qin Fangcong was a little helpless.

"Fuck!" Yang Fengyu could only raise his head and stare at him, his chin resting on Qin Fangcong's body, his eyes sparkling, "You've changed! You didn't bully me when you were young, isn't it fun!"

Qin Fangcong let go of his hand, and pinched his cheek lightly, "You are very funny."

You can't touch the tiger's butt, and you can't pinch Yang Fengyu's cheek.

Except for the above brother Xiaoshu.

No wonder he pinched his face so skillfully last time, it turned out to be a habitual offender!

Yang Fengyu slapped his hand away, embarrassed and annoyed: "Qin Fangcong!! Are you fucking interesting?"

"Don't you call me brother?"

Yang Fengyu pouted his neck and said stiffly: "The brother Xiaoshu I know won't help Yang Wei to bully me."

After finishing speaking, he walked forward without looking back, Qin Fangcong frowned: "Where are you going?"

"Do you tube!"

After walking two steps and realizing that Qin Fangcong hadn't followed, Yang Fengyu stopped again, and turned around thinking he was fierce: "Let's go!"

The corner of Qin Fangcong's mouth raised, and he followed quickly.

Back at the rental house, Yang Fengyu stuffed the medicine and cotton swabs into Qin Fangcong's hands, and sat aside by himself without saying a word, going over everything that happened since he met Qin Fangcong in his mind.

It seems that he has no desires and desires, no wonder he has to take care of him.

It was...

"So you promised Yang Wei to take care of me as soon as you returned to China?"

"No." Qin Fangcong applied the medicine to himself without changing his expression, his movements were a little rusty.

Only then did Yang Fengyu see that the wound on his palm was bleeding again, she couldn't stand it anymore, took the cotton swab and alcohol, and directly grabbed his hand.

Qin Fangcong's eyes flickered, staring straight at Yang Fengyu.

The latter did not dare to raise his head and look at him, and blamed him in a low voice: "Don't you have any idea how high the temperature of the cigarette butt is?"

"I'm so angry with you." Qin Fangcong said.

Yang Fengyu paused.

Suddenly learning that the person in front of him was the elder brother of his neighbor's family when he was a child, he was at a loss.

To be precise, it's not just the neighbor's brother.

He is his favorite brother, bar none.

But it was this cognition that made Yang Fengyu at a loss.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier? I didn't even know your name when I was young, so who can guess like this?"

Yang Fengyu gently held Qin Fangcong's thumb, feeling his knuckles were covered with a thin layer of calluses, he was inexplicably embarrassed, "Shouldn't it be such a big circle to talk about a one-sentence thing?"

"I thought you didn't remember." Qin Fangcong said lightly, "I haven't seen you for so many years, it's normal not to remember."

Yang Fengyu seemed to hear some big joke: "Are you stupid? It's impossible for me to forget anyone...cough!"

He coughed heavily and continued: "It's not that I don't remember, it's just that I didn't recognize you. After all, I haven't seen you since I was six years old... How can I recognize you just by looking at your face?" ?”

Although I can't remember many details when I was a child, Yang Fengyu still remembers that Qin Fangcong was much taller than him since he was a child, so he gave him an exclusive name at that time - Brother Xiaoshu.

"En." Qin Fangcong said softly, "So you want to come with me?"

Yang Fengyu shook the hand holding his fingertips, "Huh?"

Qin Fangcong looked around the small rental house and repeated, "Will you come with me?"

It turned out that they wanted him to move to Zhongcui Garden, Yang Fengyu thought it was a bit funny: "Don't you say I'm your friend now?"

"Isn't it your house?" Qin Fangcong asked back, Yang Fengyu looked back in shock, and then Qin Fangcong explained unhurriedly: "I bought it myself, and I just paid off the mortgage before returning to China. The debt of favor is from the elders. It's not my turn to pay back the matter between them."

Yang Fengyu wanted to ask a lot of questions, but he didn't know where to start. After applying the medicine, he withdrew his hand, and when he raised his eyes, he met Qin Fangcong's eyes with no clear meaning, with a somewhat awkward expression.

"Miao Miao."

"Huh?" Yang Fengyu's ears felt hot and goosebumps appeared all over his body when he called out in such a low voice.

Few people know this nickname, and now the only one who occasionally shouts it is Aunt Fang. Before Yang Fengyu refused to shout it because he thought it was naive, but never thought it would be such a wonderful feeling to shout it from Qin Fangcong's mouth.

It was as if someone had scratched his heart with a feather.

Although it was very different from his childhood memories, Yang Fengyu actually wanted to hear him call a few more times.

"Coconut cub?"

Yang Fengyu was shocked, his pupils trembled, "What are you doing!"

Everyone calls this name!Why did the taste change when Qin Fangcong shouted it out? !

"Yang Fengyu." Qin Fangcong shouted again, with the same tone as before.

Yang Fengyu was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and asked, "What are you going to do!"

"I did promise Uncle Yang some things, but I didn't interfere with your pursuit of your dreams." Qin Fangcong continued.

Yang Fengyu tilted his head, "What do you mean?"

Qin Fangcong remained silent, and the hand that had just received the medicine stretched out towards Yang Fengyu's neck, and the fingertips of the index finger and middle finger lightly pressed on Yang Fengyu's Adam's apple, and then slid down a short distance, stopping at the position of his vocal cords.

There seemed to be a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips, and the slightly rough touch brushed against Yang Fengyu's delicate skin, causing Yang Fengyu's Adam's apple to roll up and down unconsciously.

Yang Fengyu hadn't paid attention to it just now, and only now did he realize that the distance between them was very close. The seat on the sofa was not that big, and the distance between the two of them was just a punch. Qin Fangcong still leaned over him slightly.

It was so close that Yang Fengyu could even see himself reflected in his eyes.

His eyes staggered from his obsidian-like pupils, slowly moved down, and landed on his thin lips.

Yang Fengyu no longer remembers that face when he was a child, his only impression is that he is very handsome, much more handsome than other children in the yard.

Not only that, he never bullied Yang Fengyu, and would be the first to protect Yang Fengyu when someone bullied him.

So Yang Fengyu loves to play with him the most, wishing to hang on his lap every day.

And Yang Fengyu was beautiful since he was a child, and the old people in the courtyard always liked to make jokes about them when chatting.

For example, if Miaomiao is a girl, she can make a baby marriage with Xiaoshu.

After so many years, Qin Fangcong is still so handsome.

The thin lips parted slightly, and Yang Fengyu swallowed again.

"Smoking and drinking, including the way you sing some songs, hurt your vocal cords."

Yang Fengyu's soul was hooked by Qin Fangcong's voice, and he felt a little itchy throat inexplicably, "Then..."

"You have a nice voice, don't waste your capital."