love letter from the down and out

Use that deceptive perspective to cover up your feelings.If you like it, you like it.It's not that he became gay because he fell in love with Wan Xuan last season.It's that he likes boys in the first place, and just happened to meet Ji Wanxuan.There is no such thing as anyone breaking anyone, it is only natural for Shen Fang to like last season Wanxuan.Now that everything is clear, Shen Fang suddenly remembered that in the past ten years, he has indeed always had an extremely indifferent attitude towards the girls around him.As for boys... He has indeed never met a few people who can bear himself.Ji Wanxuan was the first and only one.You see, it's impossible not to be tempted.As for whether he likes himself or not.Shen Fang thought, it doesn't matter.He knows that he likes Ji Wanxuan.Leningrad is still holding out.The frowned and tangled look of the little glasses jumped on the screen, and Shen Fang suddenly overflowed with kindness, and didn't want to make things difficult for him. "If you don't feel well, you can leave this message alone." You can also leave it alone in the future.Shen Fang's thumb paused on the send button, hesitated for a while, and finally clicked on it.However, at the same time that his message was sent successfully, the other party also sent a long text.That's right, long text.Shen Fang was a little stunned.Leningrad is holding on: "Brother Fang, I am typing this paragraph very seriously now, please read it carefully... Forget it, my mind is messed up and I don't know what I will type. You can read it casually. First of all , Thank you Brother Fang for your trust in me, tell me your biggest secret, (it should be the biggest secret, it doesn’t matter if it’s not) For this reason, I first declare: Brother Fang will always be Brother Fang!” “Although Brother Fang Yazi doesn’t seem to care much about his secrets, but as Brother Fang’s brother, I will firmly keep it a secret for you! And what about perfunctory girls! Don’t worry about it! I have a carload of trash talk to deal with (Anyway, I won’t do what you say!) It doesn’t matter to me whether Brother Fang likes men or women. I like to be friends with you, Brother Fang, just because of you. Treat me fiercely and treat me badly, but brother Fang is so gentle when he is gentle, I can see it without glasses." "I will never forget what I said today, and you will be embarrassed and uncomfortable if you deliberately pretend that you don't know Right? Anyway, I never thought it mattered to like a man or a woman, so you don’t have to worry about that. Brother Fang, I want to be a good brother with you for the rest of my life, you understand Tieci? Don’t think I’m annoying, too annoying You can kick me to shut up, but don’t try to drive me away! Brother, you will come after this life and the next life!” This is a long and dense article, the prologue is inconsistent, and it only narrates a central point Thought.Brother Fang, I support you.Shen Fang pursed the corners of his mouth, and there were many smiles in his eyes.The second person who can bear his bad temper appeared, but everything comes first, first come first, Zhang Lenin is destined to be his brother Fang's lifelong good brother.Shen Fang edited the reply to Little Glasses unhurriedly, but the other party was thrown off by what he said just now, thinking that Brother Fang was writing a letter of divorce, and immediately threw over a few emoticons of breaking down and crying.Leningrad is sticking to it: "Brother Fang, don't I just type slowly! Don't want me!!!" It seems that I have picked up a terrible trouble.Shen Fang stared at the sentence "Brother will come after this life and the next life!", hesitated for a while, then considered the sentence again, and thought it was a discussion, and sent it: "Forget it in this life, let's talk about it in the next life." He Meaning: If you are brothers in this life, you can bear it again in the next life.What Zhang Lenin thought meant: Get out, and don’t come here in your next life.The bell for the voice application rang suddenly, which made people jump in the dead of night.Shen Fang didn't quite understand what else to call after explaining clearly, but thinking about how hard it was for Zhang Lenin to type so many words, he still connected the other party's voice call sympathetically. "Wow——" With a cry at the beginning, Shen Fang immediately cut off the voice.Forget it, let's keep typing.

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I really don't use small glasses to make up the word count!He is a talker!

Motivated

It was a little closer when I chatted with Xiao Glasses across servers and explained what I meant clearly. Shen Fang hadn't slept so late for a long time.His drowsiness was aroused by Zhang Lenin and he tossed and tossed away. He was insomnia after all in bed.Shen Fang looked at the dark ceiling, silently counted two hundred sheep, and finally turned over and picked up the phone.He clicked on Ji Wanxuan's profile picture.It's a stick figure chicken, with a small line of words underneath: Stolen happiness.Shen Fang long-pressed the screen to save it, and the default album was his only one marked with the name "painting".Ji Wanxuan uses her profile picture as a diary, and occasionally, when she is in the mood, she will pick up a chick with a lot of emotion, and attach various notes below: I don’t want to work hard today, there is no spicy food in the cafeteria, the star is a piece of shit, Do it with me... From the earliest self-portrait and pistachio, miscellaneous, there are now nearly twenty small paintings in this album.I didn't think about it when I first saved it, but in fact, he likes Ji Wanxuan, and there are already traces to follow.Shen Fang didn't bring up the photo album to review again, he clicked on Moments with Sugar in his pocket.Ji Wanxuan posts a lot of complicated content, and the frequency is variable, sometimes two or three a day, sometimes only one in half a month, but they are all very interesting.The latest one is a screenshot of a TV series posted two days ago.He is very good at composing pictures, the TV screen is in the lower right corner, the lens is upright, printing the warm lighting and furniture in the room, it looks like a very warm picture.And last weekend, Xiaoji ran into a truck full of lambs that stopped to rest on the street, and couldn't help but stop and sigh: "The taste is exactly the same as the mutton roll at noon." Shen Fang blinked blinked.I was there when this photo was taken. The two of them took Shen Xiaomi, who had finished practicing the piano, to eat mutton hot pot. As soon as they left the Children's Palace, they saw a car unloading nearby.At that time, Ji Wanxuan was waiting for the two of them outside first, and when he came out, he saw this man staring at the lamb with an infatuated look on his face, Xiaomi bounced and ran over to ask his brother what he was thinking. "The lamb is so cute, I can't help but look at it more." But in fact, my brother is wondering if it tastes good.Going forward in the timeline, before they met, when Ji Wanxuan was doing homework in the library, when he went to the boiling water to indirect water, he met someone in front of the sink and brushed his teeth with an electric toothbrush. May I ask why this classmate behaved like this?There were more than a dozen likes under Gu Chenxing's "Spiritual Food Stuffed Teeth" comment, and Shen Fang pressed his eyelids and laughed.If you only look at the circle of friends, you will find it very interesting to be friends with "you candy in your pocket".Of course, if you see him in person, you will think so even more.It took more than 20 minutes to read the content of half a year. Xiao Ji likes to add various screenshots to the text, but there are very few photos of himself.The dim moonlight hit the foot of the bed, Shen Fang rubbed his head unconsciously, and his fingertips suddenly stopped on the screen.Back to the summer of this year, Ji Wanxuan finally posted two photos.One is the appearance of him performing on stage with his back to the audience. There is also this photo on the wall of the Children's Palace. The composition is very beautiful, and Shen Fang is very impressed.The other one is a close-up of his face that he has never seen before - Ji Wanxuan is carrying a cello on his shoulders, holding a first prize certificate in front of his chest, the crowd behind him is blurred, and he is standing alone in the auditorium Zhong squinted his peach blossom eyes, with the tails of his eyes drooping down, and his smile was particularly pretty.The heart beat suddenly and violently, which was more difficult to get rid of than the most painful fatigue period when running 1000 meters.But it's not painful, just a little strange.For the first time in my life, Fanxin was moved, I liked it so much, I didn't know what to do.Shen Fang buried his head in the thick quilt and calmed down for a long time to breathe. Finally, he raised his head amidst waves of aftershocks. After carefully saving the picture, he opened the search engine and entered "qin box touch-up paint" word by word.On the other side of the city, Ji Wanxuan was also searching for his piano box all over the house.Tonight, his mood has been repeatedly cycled between excitement and depression, and he has not felt sleepy until after eleven o'clock.Fortunately, tomorrow is Saturday, but it's too boring to endure like this. Ji Wanxuan wants to turn the cello out and take care of it again carefully.It's just that the piano is on the table, but the case has disappeared.Ji Wanxuan was confused, followed the looming lights, and pushed open the door of the small room in the southwest corner.Ji Ning is drawing something beside his piano case.Sensing that her son was up late at night and running over to join in the fun, Ji Ning didn't raise her head, and stretched out her hand to say "shh", and the flat brush dipped in paint slowly dropped the last process on the piano case.She drew a beautiful band-aid on the small pit where the mahogany fell. "This is from Bondi. If you break it again in the future, don't cry. I will draw Yunnan Baiyao Band-Aid for you next time." Ji Wanxuan rubbed his sore nose, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He didn't know how to explain to his mother: "Who is crying?" It's..." Ji Ning teasingly rubbed the paint on his face: "I don't know, it seems to be a young man named Doudou." Ji Wanxuan: "Oh, I don't know him either." Ji Ning ignored He waved his hand to drive him to sleep: "If you want to talk, you can talk when I wash my hands. If you don't want to, go back to the room. If you miss the midnight time, you will miss today's long opportunity." He followed Ji Ning silently, watched her go to the bathroom to make soap, washed off the paint on her fingertips, dried it with a towel, and sent her back to the door of the bedroom. He said "good night" lightly.He has his own little troubles,