presumptuous

At twelve o'clock sharp, when Yu was still stepping into the restaurant, Feng Zhuwang had put down his phone long ago, poured down half a glass of Coke in his hand, but there was more than half of French fries left, so he pushed them to the opposite side: "Specially reserved for the teacher."

Yu was a little stiff when he entered the door, and he hasn't sat down yet: "...Is it because you don't like food?"

"No."

Yu had also seen Feng Jiu's ability to lie without changing his face, and he didn't believe him at all, so he just said along the way: "Then I thank you."

Feng Zhuwang raised a fake smile.

Seeing that Feng Jiuwang had no intention of speaking, Yu Huan could only ask, "Didn't you go home? Why are you back?"

"I seem to have said it on the phone." Feng Zhuwang opened the lid of the Coke, tilted his head up and poured a mouthful of ice, and made a "clicking" chewing sound in his mouth, "I was driven back."

"Is it a conflict with the family again?"

"It's just that we can't understand each other."

Yu also frowned: "What is this called..."

After Feng Juwang finished chewing the ice cubes in his mouth, his eyes fell on Yu Huan: "What kind of people are the teacher's parents?"

Yu was still stunned: "It's very ordinary..." He stopped halfway through his words. What does ordinary mean? "Ordinary" is difficult to automatically fill in with imagination.

So he paused for a moment and began to think seriously.

Feng Zhuwang didn't urge him at all, seeing him nibbling on his fingers unconsciously, the fingertips became moist with saliva, today he was wearing a hoodie, the design was too loose, and the neckline was round to outline the collarbone.

He just asked casually with a little curiosity, but he didn't expect Yu to worry so much.

"My mother has a quick temper and speaks very quickly. She loves to make gestures when others don't understand her. My father is more gentle and kind. I might let him go... In fact, both are a bit , I’m quite nagging sometimes.” Yu also said with a smile, like a flower gently unfolding its petals, and his tense body relaxed, “They both have their own lives, and they are not very strict with me. , Most of the time I leave the choice to myself, what kind of school to take and what job to take, they all support me.”

Feng Jiuwang asked, "Are they in love?"

Yu didn't even think about it: "Of course." Then he said, "I've talked so much, isn't it your turn?"

Feng Jiuwang raised his eyebrows in surprise, knowing that Yu still wanted to enlighten him.

He doesn't really like to bring up the past, which was once his backlash, and he doesn't want to listen to the long-winded and useless comfort of others, but the person on the other side shows an expectant expression. In exchange, he always feels that he should pay something back give him.

"My dad is very strong, strong and doesn't listen to other people's persuasion. He has a loud voice and is very noisy. I'm not like him." It was the first time he talked about Feng Chen with others, and he judged himself very subjectively and even with some childish colors. father, "but he listened to my mother very much."

That "but" is a twist.

Yu Huan originally thought he would talk about his current family, but soon realized it was not.

He was talking about his dead mother.

"My mother was not in good health after I entered elementary school. She kept drinking traditional Chinese medicine for recuperation. Later, she was hospitalized and treated. It took more than two years, but she still couldn't get over it."

Feng Zhuwang went to visit his mother every Friday night. The unpleasant smell of disinfectant in the hospital, the woman's thin sunken face, cold fingers and sickly smile were all part of his memory.

"When she was not as seriously ill, I was often rejected by my father. He always said that he shouldn't have a child so early, and he and my mother still have a lot of places they haven't been to."

When he said these things, his expression remained calm.

"During the period when my mother was seriously ill, he was always haggard, unshaven, and grumpy, and he could scold him for a long time for a little thing." He paused, showing obvious disgust, "I doubt he has many days. Didn't take a shower, maybe didn't even wash his face, anyway... very dirty, unkempt."

Yu still thought that he must not laugh, but Feng Jiuwang's boredom was too obvious, like a child.

"Later my mother died, and his temper was still very irritable. No one could cure him, so I was sent to my grandfather's house." Feng Zhuwang seemed to think of something funny, and slowly smiled, elegantly and coldly, " Then a year later, he remarried and had a daughter."

Yu was still stunned.

Feng Juwang laughed, as if he was satisfied with the current situation.

He asked Yu Huan: "Teacher, do you think he loves my mother?"

He doesn't seek answers.Because the answer is not important at all, as long as there is a result, it is more to tease Yu Huan.

Yu Huan really couldn't say anything, as if everything he said was wrong.His bewildered expression made Feng Jiuwang even more satisfied, but the smile hung on his face for less than half a second before it was interrupted by the hand that came over suddenly.

It should be the first time that Yu took the initiative to touch him. His slender and clean hands fell on his hair, smoothing it hesitantly. The short and hard hair was tied in the palm, like a wolf cub.

"I don't know." Yu also directly said that he didn't know, and withdrew his hand, "Maybe you should ask him face to face."

"Yu Huan?" Feng Jiuwang expressed doubts about his actions just now.

"Huh?" Yu still chose to play dumb.

Feng Juwang glanced at him slowly, and didn't mention it again.

"I asked him." Feng Jiuwang said.

"What did your father say?"

Feng Jiuwang seemed to be recalling: "He didn't say anything."

At that time, he had just learned of Chen Fangmei's existence, and in front of the woman, he asked Feng Chen: "Then what is my mother?"

Feng Chen didn't answer.

Feng Jiuwang had the answer in his heart.Mother is the white rose, the bright red that remains in my heart, the former love and also a dead person.

How do the dead compare to the living.

The dead can't hear the answer, but the living can hear it.

No matter what Feng Chen answered, Chen Fangmei would be embarrassed, and everyone present would be embarrassed.

The young man acted recklessly, arrogant and disobedient, and never understood the difficulties of the adults—that was the conclusion they made on him, and their thoughts were further confirmed in the subsequent incident.

"It's really strange to call you teacher in private. We are so familiar." Feng Jiuwang mentioned this matter again.

Yu Huan immediately stared: "Then you can't just call me by my name!"

"why?"

"I am your elder."

Feng Jiuwang thought for a while, "That's brother?"

Yu still couldn't fault it, but he felt that he shouldn't agree, so Feng Jiuwang urged, "Don't they all call you 'Brother Yu'?"

All he could say was, "Yes, yes?"

"Oh." Feng Jiuwang said, "Brother."

The young man's voice was low, like the lingering sound of a piano string trembling in his chest.

Yu didn't expect that there would be such a big difference just by one word, which invisibly brought the distance between the two closer.He showed an obvious distressed expression, and Feng Jiuwang had other thoughts in his mind, and he looked out of the window abruptly.

Yu followed his gaze and felt a little bit in his heart.

Feng Zhuwang looked at the position where he was standing before entering the shop.

- He saw it.

Yu Huan just stood outside talking to another person.

"May I ask?" Feng Jiuwang said.

Yu Huan's back was stiff, with a faint soreness, and he let out a tense breath, resigned to his fate in a bit of embarrassment.

"Did I say it can't be useful?"

"Maybe?" Feng Jiuwang said, "What a coincidence, I saw it again, brother."

There is an inexplicable sense of sarcasm in calling him "Brother" now.

When Yu Huan thought that the boy had seen all his previous actions, but he pretended nothing happened, and listened to his nonsense and nonsense—maybe he laughed at himself in his heart.

His face was flushed with shame, his eyes were watery, and his eyelashes were trembling, like the wings of a butterfly on the verge of falling.

Half an hour ago.

Feng Juwang just exited the game, and when he looked up, he saw a man talking with his back to Yu outside the glass window.

He still has only one back.

About the same height as Yu, he was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and he could vaguely see the frames of glasses behind his ears.

Feng Juwang took out his mobile phone, zoomed in and zoomed in, but not to get a clear picture of the man's face.

He is looking at Yu Huan.

He was not interested in what the man did, but Yu still showed such a lively expression, his lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were cold, and he didn't even smile.

He is obviously very good at smiling, but now he can't maintain it properly.

Feng Juwang suddenly felt bored, put down his phone and stopped looking at it, just looked at the time on the phone until it jumped to twelve o'clock, Yu still walked in the door stiffly, Feng Juwang pushed the French fries to Yu's room as if nothing happened. before.

He did not lie to Yu Huan.

Chips with ketchup are one of the few sweet treats he likes.

—Now I give it to you.

Hope it can comfort the injured animals.