flammable relationship

Wei Ran came back to his senses, his whole body trembled, and the back of his head hit the door with a bang, and his first reaction was to pinch the cigarette in his hand.He didn't realize that he had branded a drop of tears from a dream on Teacher Fu's wrist. Although he felt his eye sockets were a little wet when he wiped his face, he thought it was the protective liquid secreted by sleepy and dry eyes for lubrication.

Then he laughed, took off the earphones, grabbed Fu Yiheng's unretractable hands and got up from the ground, shaking his backpack, and there was an obvious smile in his voice: "You're back."

"Ah? Ah... yes, I'm back."

Fu Yiheng's speech was not very clear, and he nodded his head. For a while, he didn't know what kind of expression to use to deal with the current situation, and he was also not sure whether Wei Ran's indifferent look was pretending or not sober.

If it's a disguise, he'd better not expose it.

If he is still not awake, it is best not to wake up forever, otherwise it is easy to see his chaos at this time.

"It's been a long time, I think you've fallen asleep." Fu Yiheng pressed the painful nerve, and pressed the fingerprint door lock with his thumb.The door lock made a mechanical electronic sound, and he pushed the door open, "Come in."

Stepping in with one foot and passing by, Wei Ran sensitively sniffed his nose, smelling the faint smell of alcohol on Fu Yiheng's body, and raised his eyebrows: "Have you been drinking?"

"Drink a little." Fu Yiheng nodded, "I had a meal with my friend."

"Friend?" For some reason, Wei Ran immediately thought of the man who was very close to Fu Yiheng in the bar before, so he asked, "I was with you in the bar last time? "

Fu Yiheng was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Wei Ran still had an impression of Zhou Ao after meeting him once, and he immediately thought of him, and guessed right.

"It's really him." Wei Ran's words sounded a bit wrong, and he inquired insinuatingly, "It seems that you have a good relationship."

Fu Yiheng didn't answer his words, and urged: "Come in and talk, it's unlucky to step on the threshold."

"I've never heard of that."

Wei Ran curled his lips, entered the door obediently, took off his shoes and socks at the entrance, and stepped on the floor with his bare feet.

"Wait." Fu Yiheng brought him a pair of commuter slippers specially prepared for guests, "It's cold on the ground, put on your shoes."

"Oh." Wei Ran scratched his nose and obediently stretched out his feet to wear it.

Yesterday he was carried back directly by Fu Yiheng, saving himself the step of changing shoes, which made him not familiar with the normal process.

After changing his shoes, he stood on the spot with his hands propped up, and waited for Fu Yiheng to take off his coat and hang it on the coat rack. He also changed into his slippers, took a step, and followed behind his buttocks into the room.After entering, he sat upright on the sofa, holding a glass of water, watching Fu Yiheng go back and forth in and out of the bedroom.

He used to be a willful and casual person, but now he is restrained, with low eyebrows, a cowardly look who is afraid of being rejected by others and thrown out by the nape of his neck.

Fu Yiheng took a shower and changed into loose home clothes. As soon as he came out, he saw his sitting posture motionless, and his heart throbbed with pain.Wanting to treat the child better, he tried to soften his tone and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

For senior high school students who are approaching the college entrance examination, if they are serious, the three hours of evening self-study still consumes mental and physical energy.

But for a student like Wei Ran who fell asleep throughout the evening self-study and slept very soundly, it may only consume a little oxygen.

Wei Ran waved his hand: "I'm not hungry. The wonton noodles that Chaozi treats tonight is quite a big bowl."

Fu Yiheng thought he was being polite, so he rolled up his sleeves and walked to the kitchen: "Let's eat something too, it's already time for supper. I just happened to be making hangover soup, so I'll bring you some by the way."

Wei Ran was really not hungry, but he didn't have the nerve to reject Mr. Fu's offer.

Teacher Fu's hangover soup is an exclusive secret recipe, and Qin Fangfei taught it personally.Sweet and sour taste, honey, tangerine peel, hawthorn jelly, blended with starch in proportion, and dried osmanthus flowers when it comes out of the pan, it is fragrant and tangy.Just smelling the smell, the saliva in the mouth will be secreted automatically. If you encounter someone whose jaw is not tight, you will have to squirt.

Wei Ran, who just said he was not hungry, drank two bowls in one go.

Contrary to his rambunctious eating, Mr. Fu drank slowly, and there was still half of the bowl left.Not used to being stared at while eating, Fu Yiheng pushed people away: "Go wash and sleep after eating."

Wei Ran didn't hear it, and didn't move for a while.

Fu Yiheng put down the spoon and glanced at him: "You have something to tell me?"

Wei Ran nodded, and after an unknown amount of time, Fu Yiheng finally finished the soup.

It's not suitable to procrastinate any longer, so Wei Ran is willing to say: "The post about me on the school forum...did you help delete it?"

As soon as the evening self-study, Liu Yingchao came up to report, saying that before he could send a suggestion letter to the forum administrator, the originally extremely popular post suddenly disappeared mysteriously, presumably there was an expert helping him behind it.Wei Ran thought for three hours while dozing off, but besides Fu Yiheng, he couldn't think of another person who would help him.

Sure enough, Fu Yiheng nodded in recognition.

Wei Ran's face turned pale in an instant, and even the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus lingering on the tip of his nose became astringent, he asked in a low voice, "Then...you read all the specific content of the post"

"Do you want me to read it, or don't you want me to read it?" Fu Yiheng gave him two choices, "No matter which one you choose, I will do what you wish."

Wei Ran put on a helpless smile: "I've seen it all, but I can't open my mind and take away the memory."

"Then let me tell you a little secret." Fu Yiheng blinked at him, "Ms. Fu is really forgetful sometimes, and the brain will automatically clear unimportant memories on a regular basis. Don't worry, no trace will be left."

"Tsk, I almost believed it." Wei Ran laughed, a warm current flowed through his heart, he took a deep breath, expanded his chest, so that he didn't look so depressed, and unconsciously pinched his own dick piece by piece Finger, "The above said, most of them are true."

Fu Yiheng expected it, and asked softly: "That post was sent by Zhang, right? To force you to drop out of school? And your injury is also because of her?"

Wei Ran's silence confirmed his guess.

"Then I don't understand." Fu Yiheng crossed his fingers on the table, leaned forward, and stared at Wei Ran, "She treats you too much, why do you keep backing down? This is not like your character. Wei Ran, are you What else is there to hold in her hands? If there is, please tell me, okay? The teacher will help you solve it."

"Handle?" Wei Ran shook his head, "No more. She may indeed be holding something that is not very honorable to my mother, but I don't care. People are gone, what is fame? My mother must think so , something she didn't have when she was alive, and she won't care about it when she dies."

Fu Yiheng felt that there was something wrong with his attitude, and he didn't agree with it: "But it will affect you more or less, and the lethality of speech is always beyond our imagination."

"I'm not that squeamish." Wei Ran changed his sitting position, squatted on the chair, propped his head up, this is his relaxed body language, "As for why I don't care about Zhang Yi, it's a long story."

Fu Yiheng: "Let's make a long story short."

"..." Wei Ran looked up at Mr. Fu, and couldn't help asking a question, "You seem to be very concerned about my affairs?"

"Isn't this justified?" Fu Yiheng crossed his arms, and said that set of universal plaster, "I am your head teacher."

"All right, all right, head teacher." Wei Ran reached for the cigarettes in his backpack, but was stopped by Mr. Fu's stern eyes, and retracted resentfully, twirling his fingers, "Oh, it's actually nothing, I just I think she is also quite pitiful, and there is no need to make a mess."

"Poor?" Fu Yiheng's eyebrows could be twisted into twists, "I'm sorry, did I hear wrong? I really didn't care about what this female classmate did and her performance in the conference room today. no place for mercy."

"That's because she can act." Wei Ran snorted coldly, "If this girl goes to make movies in the future, she might win an Oscar. Really, she's quite a actress."

After the loss, he paused, and laughed at himself again: "But it's normal, people like us like to act, and we all act like that."

Fu Yiheng disagreed: "Compared to her, you are far behind."

"I took this sentence as a compliment."

Wei Ran smiled at him, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Fu Yiheng could see that he was not interested, and he didn't want to continue talking, so he didn't force others. He cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, told him to remember to change the dressing for the wound, said good night, and went back to the bedroom.

In the middle of the night, Teacher Fu was woken up by thirst. Afraid of disturbing Wei Ran's sleep, he went to the living room in the dark to drink water. When he entered the living room, he found that the sofa was empty.In a blink of an eye, people were nestling on the balcony, smoking with the windows open.

Now that they were all awake, Fu Yiheng stopped walking and walked over with a straight face: "Sneaky, small, heavy smoker."

As he spoke, he was about to reach out to pick up the cigarette that Wei Ran was biting into his mouth. Wei Ran didn't let it go, but turned his head, his voice was hoarse from the excessive tobacco: "Don't make trouble, this is not at school."

After confronting for a while, Fu Yiheng didn't insist, and stretched out his hand to open the window a little wider. The night wind blew away the smell of smoke, and the curtain of the sliding door behind him was blown up, rattling.

After standing quietly with her for a while, Wei Ran suddenly said, "I met her outside of school when I was freshman in high school."

"Her? Who?"

"Zhang Yi."

"Oh."

"In my mother's place. By the way, my mother was still alive in the freshman year of high school, but her spirit was not stable. She had good times and bad times. When she was good, she went to the place to hang out and make a little money."

Fu Yiheng's expression was a little blank, as if he hadn't realized the amount of information contained in the words.

To make it easier for him to understand, Wei Ran also thoughtfully added a footnote: "Well...the place is like a nightclub."

Fu Yiheng felt that he might be sleepwalking, it was unbelievable: "You said you met Zhang Yi in that kind of place? Why did she appear there?"

"What else can I do, she is also a member of the field, and my mother is with me." Wei Ran pursed his lips and took a deep puff of the cigarette, with an urgent look, as if he was about to suck in the last breath of oxygen on the earth, " After the age of 14, I started to pick up my mother from work every day. During the summer vacation of the first year of high school, one day when I went to pick her up, I happened to meet some unruly guests who poured alcohol on my mother. They're all bastards, they stop me from going forward, damn it, I'm so anxious that my eyes are red, if I have a knife in my hand, I can go up and kill people immediately. Before it was my turn to get mad, Zhang Yi came over, She helped my mother block the wine, the girl was young and beautiful and could speak soft words, she quickly diverted the attention of those stinky men, several people left my mother and wandered around her."

"Later, I don't know if she was taken out or not. I guess it's not clear. Those men didn't seem to be very kind. My mother mentioned her to me before, saying that she was a little girl with the same age as her." I'm about the same age, it's not easy, and there must be some hidden secrets, otherwise I wouldn't have come to do such a shameful job. In addition, I usually hit it off, and I call my mother Sister Jasmine every time I see you. So after that , every time I go to pick up my mother, I will bring her some snacks, food and drink, as a thank you, and I hope that she will take care of our sister Jasmine if she has nothing to do."

"We got to know each other once and twice. I didn't know she was from our school at the time, and of course she didn't know either, so we got along quite happily."

Wei Ran exhaled smoke from the corner of his mouth, and extinguished the cigarette butt in his own mineral water bottle in a lonely way. He twisted the empty bottle loudly, covering the deep voice: "It's a friend. She's not bad, but Now I am blinded by things."

Unable to control himself, Fu Yiheng reached out and rubbed his hair, it was a little harder than expected.

Wei Ran refused to evade, and even obediently rubbed his palm, hoping to absorb some warmth through the ends of his hair.

"What happened next?" Fu Yiheng asked softly.

"Later, the first semester of senior high school started. It seemed that there was a school sports meeting. I applied for the long-distance running event and finally won the first place. At that time, there were quite a lot of onlookers. There were so many people, I didn't know why. Saw her."

"Up to now, I still remember her expression." Wei Ran closed his eyes and opened them again, his pupils were darkened, "It was quite frightening, just like seeing a ghost every time I saw me on campus. At that time, I thought, it’s over, it’s hopeless, she should hate me. You may not understand her fear, but I kind of understand that the dream castle she worked so hard to build is irreparable because of my appearance. Security breach, for her, I am like a self-propelled cannon, which may be activated at any time and anywhere, blowing up her castle to pieces, so it is like walking on eggshells, hysterical."

Fu Yiheng shook his head: "Why didn't she choose to believe you? Talking can solve many problems peacefully."

"Believe it?" Wei Ran followed his example and shook his head quite a bit, "Mr. Fu, we are different from you, we only believe in ourselves."

Fu Yiheng was speechless.

This question is unsolved.

"So you asked me why I let her go before?" Wei Ran turned his eyes blank, "It's meaningless to care about it, and it's impossible to forgive. Forget it, even if I, Wei Ran, owe her."