what are you doing

Thinking of this, Wang Ge sent another message.

After a while, the phone vibrated.

Wang Ge was taken aback for a moment, me?Who?

He glanced at the dialog box again, and began to suspect that he hadn't seen clearly just now.

There are two clear italic characters on the top of the dialog box: Old Elm.

what the hell!

Wang Ge was so shocked that he jumped up from the bed, his head hit the chandelier with a bang.

He didn't care about the pain, and quickly browsed through the chat records twice.

"Which little girl has taken a fancy to An Zi?"

"I."

"Which little girl has taken a fancy to An Zi?"

"I."

Fuck me!Wang Ge was stunned.

Fang Zeyu was the little girl who fell in love with An Zi.

He couldn't believe it, and his typing hands were trembling.

The other party sent a message immediately.

Absolutely.Brother Yu never lied, and he would never make such a joke with himself. After thinking about it for a long time, Wang Ge finally accepted the fact that "Fang Zeyu likes Ding An".

To be honest, he always felt that he was a very open-minded person, but this kind of reality happened around him, and the impact on him was not small, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

But Ding An was his fucking best buddy.

So did Fang Zeyu.

Just as Wang Ge was struggling, the phone vibrated again.

Wang Ge's heart fluttered, he was a buddy for a day, and a buddy for the rest of his life.

Fang Zeyu curled his lips. Since he dared to send a message to Wang Ge, it meant that he was sure of Wang Ge.

Sure enough, Wang Ge's question meant that he could accept it.

Fang Zeyu breathed a sigh of relief, tapping the screen with his slender fingers.

Wang Ge also heaved a sigh of relief. In fact, he still had some feelings about the matter between these two people, but he didn't think about it to be honest.

He suddenly remembered the delicate atmosphere between Ding An and Fang Zeyu, and Yu Hao's story about Ding An giving Lao Yu clothes.

This makes sense, it turns out that everything has traces to follow.

Fang Zeyu smiled and said hello.

Are you married?He really didn't think that far, after all, both of them are still underage, and there are countless uncertain possibilities in the future.

All he can do is to grasp the present moment, if possible, he wants to go on with Ding An forever.

Fang Zeyu pulled back his thoughts, thinking too far.

-

On the morning of Chinese New Year, Fang Zhongqing came back.

Fang Zeyu looked at the man in front of him in a daze, as if he hadn't seen his father for a long time.

"Xiao Yu, this is a gift from Dad." Fang Zhongqing stood a little awkwardly, with a flattering smile on his face.

Fang Zeyu frowned and didn't answer, as if he didn't know why he suddenly changed his attitude towards him.

"Xiao Yu..." Fang Zhongqing's face showed disappointment, and his neat white shirt was a little wrinkled, "Dad was sorry for you before, I know you are angry with me, I already know what I did wrong, give Dad a chance to make up for it .”

Fang Zeyu still didn't move. Seeing this, Li Guilan quickly stepped forward and snatched the packing box from Fang Zhongqing's hand. It was so old that she almost missed it.

Fang Zeyu was afraid that she would slip to his waist, so he quickly picked it up for her, and Li Guilan took advantage of the situation to stuff it into Fang Zeyu's hands.

"Grandson, put it away," Li Guilan led Fang Zeyu into the house, "Why don't you want it, he gave it to us, don't want it for nothing, you can't make him cheaper."

"Grandma." Fang Zeyu smiled helplessly.

"Hey!" Li Guilan responded loudly, "Anyway, you are my grandson, I can't let my grandson be wronged, you wait, grandma will clean him up."

"Grandma." Fang Zeyu was locked in the room by Li Guilan before Fang Zeyu could stop him. After a while, Fang Zhongqing's screams and begging for mercy came from outside the door.

Fang Zeyu shook his head helplessly, and sat down by the bed.

With mixed feelings in his heart, the father who spoke to him so gently probably only existed before his parents divorced.

After his parents divorced, Fang Zhongqing only ignored him.

It's not that he doesn't care about him, he still pays himself every month, and communicates with the head teacher to ask about his study situation, but as long as it's face to face, the rest can only be ignored.

Fang Zeyu blinked, feeling like crying.

He took out his mobile phone and clicked on WeChat.

Since returning from Grandma Ding'an's house last time, the two of them haven't chatted on WeChat.

It's not that I don't want to talk, on the one hand, I really don't know how to speak and what topic to use, so as not to be so deliberate.

On the other hand, Fang Zeyu also wanted Ding An to think clearly and give him a buffer time.

The phone vibrated after a while.

Fang Zeyu hooked the corners of his lips, and his mood relaxed a lot.

Another 2 minutes passed.

2 minutes later.

Another 2 minutes passed...

Fang Zeyu sent a video request directly.

About four or five seconds later, the video was switched on, and Ding An's slightly reddened face appeared on the screen.

"What are you doing, you don't answer when I talk to you?" Fang Zeyu asked.

"Chinese New Year, brother, some are busy," Ding An seemed to be walking out the door, holding a couplet in his hand, "Why are you so busy, your family has no work?"

"There's nothing to be busy with. I finished all the work I needed to do yesterday. Just go and help my grandma cook later." Fang Zeyu lay down on the bed and watched Ding An paste the couplets on the wall. The number of pigs increases every month."

"Fat pigs are full of circles," Ding Anshun replied, turning his head to look at him, "You are so idle, come and help my house when you have nothing to do."

Fang Zeyu laughed, "What can I do? Sweep the floor?"

"You can't sweep the floor during Chinese New Year," Ding An said, "you will sweep away your blessings."

He found a comfortable place on the ground and sat down, tucking his face into the collar of his sweater to cover his upturned mouth.