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Yan Zicheng stared at Zhang Fan with a pale face for a long time, but when he spoke, he called Fang Qiao's name.

"Fang Qiao, go out and wait for me for a while." He said.

As soon as Yan Zicheng's words fell, two eyes mixed with gloating and mocking came from the opposite side.

At that moment, Fang Qiao couldn't believe his ears. He looked at Yan Zicheng suddenly, but only saw his cold and white face like porcelain.Yan Zicheng didn't turn his head to look at him, nor did he give him the slightest look, he just stared straight at Zhang Fan with distant eyes.

Fang Qiao gritted her teeth, barely suppressed the overwhelming doubts and questions in her heart, clenched her fists, turned and left under Zhang Fan's shallow smile.

"Zicheng, long time no see, come sit down..." After walking a few steps, he heard Zhang Fan's laughing voice.He forced himself not to look back, but couldn't help but listen to Yan Zicheng's response.

There was silence.Yan Zicheng didn't speak, nor did he make any movements.Fang Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth, and hurried away.

On the other hand, Yan Zicheng turned a blind eye to Zhang Fan's politeness and did not respond at all.He heard Fang Qiao's footsteps walking away, and then he said, "Zhang Fan, why are you here?"

Zhang Fan was stunned, and the smile on his lips remained unchanged, "Yang Ze invited me here. I thought the four of us may not have seen each other for a long time, so it would be nice to take this opportunity to meet."

"Yang Ze is out of his mind, are you going with him too?" Yan Zicheng didn't appreciate it, his face was still cold, "Have you forgotten what you said? Leave this school and never come to see me again! You forgot ?"

Zhang Fan paused, and smiled wryly, "I haven't forgotten...Of course I haven't."

Jian Junhao, who was standing by the side, couldn't listen any longer, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes, "Yan Zicheng, are you fucking human? Do you think Zhang Fan became what he is now because of someone? You are still very proud! "

"Junhao, stop talking." Before Yan Zicheng could speak, Zhang Fan interrupted Jian Junhao first, his expression became gentle again, and a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes when he looked at Yan Zicheng, "It's fine that I am like this now, it's not a big deal."

Regret and unbearable flashed across Jian Junhao's face, his lips opened and closed, but he still didn't say anything in the end.

Zhang Fan is always like this, when he likes someone, he likes him with all his heart, and compromises without principle... Jian Junhao thought, feeling bitter in his heart.

As far as Yan Zicheng is concerned, it would be a good thing for Zhang Fan if he spoke harshly and yelled at him.But now, the other party's attitude is so gentle, which actually makes him lack confidence.

Yan Zicheng was silent for a while, turned his gaze away slightly, and said in a low voice, "Zhang Fan, I was wrong... For more than a year, I have always owed you an apology. If only I could have handled the dispute between us more maturely back then. relationship, it won’t be like this—”

"Zicheng, as I said, I don't blame you." Zhang Fan interrupted him with gentle eyes, "I was too confident and too radical. I thought I could fight against the whole world with my own strength... People do stupid things. Things, sooner or later, you have to pay the price, don't you?"

Yan Zicheng looked at him and slowly shook his head, "Zhang Fan, that's not a stupid thing, but a brave thing. It's a pity... I didn't understand until now."

Zhang Fan's expression moved slightly, with regret in his eyes, "You figured it out, but I... probably couldn't figure it out for the rest of my life."

Yan Zicheng understood what he meant, but Yang Ze, who was standing on the side, was confused. He was impatient, and after holding it in for a long time, he got impatient, and interrupted, "Zhang Fan, don't fucking talk nonsense with him. Yes! Do you know what he did? He... he and that Fang Qiao..."

Zhang Fan understood, but he didn't react as Yang Ze thought, "So it's like this, no wonder you came to me."

"What's your reaction!" Yang Ze was furious, "You fool! Aren't you angry? Did you forget that when you asked him if he liked men, he swore that he didn't like them! But look at him now, he is actually getting entangled with a freshman junior... Don't you try to persuade him? If this matter is exposed, what will he, he, he do! "

Yang Ze was really angry and worried.When he came to Zhang Fan, he actually wanted the other party to help persuade Yan Zicheng not to go on such a narrow and bumpy road without turning back.He was really worried about Yan Zicheng, afraid that he would not be able to bear the consequences of this incident, and also afraid that he would follow in Zhang Fan's footsteps.

"Zicheng, do you still remember how my hand was hurt?" Zhang Fan looked at Yan Zicheng, and gradually suppressed the smile on his face, with a serious expression.

Yan Zicheng's heart trembled. It was the first time in more than a year that he heard Zhang Fan take the initiative to bring up the accident.He couldn't help becoming serious, nodded, "Of course I remember, I—"

He still wanted to apologize, but was stopped by Zhang Fan, "Zicheng, imagine, if you continue on this road, you may encounter the same thing as me, and you may no longer be able to be your favorite and proudest person." Things, you may have to give up your talent and pride, you may...will suffer for this for the rest of your life, if this is the case, are you willing to continue?"

Zhang Fan's face was as calm as water, and his voice was very soft, but it seemed to have some kind of magical power, which made Yan Zicheng tremble uncontrollably. He wanted to refute, but he couldn't.

What to refute?Said that his situation is different from his, that he is not fighting the world alone; that he may not necessarily encounter such a bad thing, maybe he will be able to get people's support and understanding; that he actually does not want to think about it for so long things, but want to enjoy the present happiness...

But... those are nothingness.

No one can guarantee the future, and no one can predict it.Sometimes, people really can only assume the worst situation, and then consider whether they can bear it.

Zhang Fan is right, there are some things that you have to think about before you decide to do them.

"I..." Yan Zicheng opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Seeing that he couldn't answer, Zhang Fan took a step closer without letting go, "Yan Zicheng, can you guarantee that the person you like will really love you for the rest of his life? He can really stand by your side all his life, no Leave without running away, and face any possible duty and humiliation with you?"

"He..." Yan Zicheng couldn't help but took a step back.Zhang Fan was usually gentle and friendly, but now he had a stern face, but he was full of power. Even Yan Zicheng felt uncomfortable being suppressed by him.

Zhang Fan didn't stop, and took a step forward, "Yan Zicheng, you can't say anything clearly, and you can't guarantee anything, so you dare to gamble your whole life? You are not afraid of a momentary pleasure, you only get it in return." A lifetime of pain? Where did that Yan Zicheng who swears to me more than a year ago go? Where did your reason and determination go? Where did that Yan Zicheng who said he fucking didn’t like men go? !"

Yan Zicheng looked at Zhang Fan, and suddenly realized that this man was not as tolerant as he had shown, and he was still angry.Because of his deceit, and also because of his unfeeling, maybe in the past year or so, he has not had a day without pain and anger, but he has never shown it...

Yan Zicheng felt very sad.At that time, he really did something too stupid. In order to protect himself, he pushed another person into the abyss and ruined his life.

Looking at Zhang Fan's cold expression, he was so blocked that he couldn't speak.Zhang Fan, perhaps the best man he has ever met in his life.Gentle tempered, talented, desperate to pursue him, but...he doesn't like...

It's a pity that he doesn't like such a good person.

He lowered his head slowly, not daring to look at the other person, and said in a very low voice: "Zhang Fan, I'm sorry, I lied to you. At that time, I shouldn't say that I don't like men... It's not that I don't like men , I just don't like you."

"Zhang Fan, you are really a good person, but unfortunately... I just can't like you." Yan Zicheng gritted his teeth and said these words word by word.

He couldn't feel sorry for Fang Qiao, and he couldn't give Zhang Fan hope, so he could only tell the truth, even though the truth was so hurtful, like a double-edged sword, it not only stabbed Zhang Fan, but also cut him bloody .

No matter how sorry he was to Zhang Fan, he was unwilling to lie about his feelings.

Zhang Fan's face turned pale all of a sudden, his body swayed, and he forced himself to speak, "...Yan Zicheng, you really haven't changed at all...you don't even know how to turn around or be tactful, how you poke someone..."

Yan Zicheng lowered his head and said nothing.

There was nothing to say, this was probably the last time he saw Zhang Fan.

A year ago, they couldn't be lovers, and a year later, they couldn't even be friends.

Jian Junhao came over with an angry face, pulled Zhang Fan away, and forced him to leave.

Yang Ze looked at Yan Zicheng, stepped forward step by step, raised his hand, and beat him down mercilessly.

"Crack!" A crisp sound resounded throughout the space.

He hit hard, Yan Zicheng's face was turned away by him, but he didn't make a sound.He turned his face slowly, and said with a wry smile: "Yang Ze, this is the second time you hit me. The first time was when my mother passed away, you hit me and called me a bastard who didn't honor my parents. That's right, I admit it... This time, what are you doing for?"

"In order to continue to be brothers with you." Yang Ze's face was serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Yan Zicheng, if you get slapped, you will be cleared of what you owe Zhang Fan. "

Yan Zicheng was silent and could only nod his head.To be honest, if you count it like this, a slap is really too little.

Yang Ze was also silent for a while, and asked unwillingly, "Yan Zicheng, do you really want to be with Fang Qiao?"

Yan Zicheng touched his cheek that was hot from the beating, and nodded without hesitation, "I just want to be with him."

"You——!" Yang Ze only felt itchy hands, and really wanted to slap him again, "You are not afraid of being exposed, someone poked your spine?!"

Yan Zicheng pursed his lips, stiffened his neck, and refused to give in, "He's not afraid, what am I afraid of?"

Yang Ze stared at him, too angry to speak.

Yan Zicheng stared straight at him, and raised his face, "Yang Ze, why don't you slap me again, after the slap is over, you don't fucking care about my shit anymore, okay?"

Yang Ze gritted his teeth and cursed in a rough voice: "I'm spanking! Do you think I want to spank you? Do you think I want to control you? If I didn't treat you as a fucking brother, I wouldn't have spent so much time and effort Are you thinking too much? Why am I arguing with you here for so many days, so that I feel so uncomfortable in my heart!"

Yan Zicheng laughed lowly, his voice was a little hoarse, "Ah Ze, if you really treat me as a brother, then go with me... It's not like you don't know my temper, and nothing can stop me from doing what I want to do." Living with me, I have no family, no elders, one person has enough to eat, the whole family has no worries, and in fact there is no pressure... As long as Fang Qiao doesn't give up, I won't give up."

"I'm just afraid of him..." Halfway through Yang Ze's speech, Yan Zicheng glared at him and closed his mouth resentfully.

"Actually, I'm afraid too..." Yan Zicheng murmured, "I'm scared to death, but... I still want to be with him. Maybe we are too pessimistic? Maybe, he and I can compare Most people are lucky..."

Yang Ze was silent. Yan Zicheng really liked Fang Qiao, he saw clearly and understood.

"If you need help from a buddy, just ask."

"rest assured."

When Yang Ze left the backstage, he saw Fang Qiao standing in the aisle, leaning against the wall, looking restless, he sighed inwardly, and nodded to him, indicating that he could go in.

Fang Qiao seemed to have received a pardon, and ran in without hesitation. A few seconds later, Yang Ze heard his surprised and distressed questioning voice, and Yan Zicheng's soft soothing voice.

He sighed, turned and left.

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