Dead zone

During the conversation, a dog barked suddenly from the corner of the Internet cafe: "Wow!"

Fang Yingzhen was stunned for a moment, the sound sounded familiar, and just wanted to go over to have a look, when a dog barked again.

...is faint.

44

Fang Yingzhen walked through the rows of gaming chairs and walked to the innermost side.

"Fang, what are you doing?" Lin Chao put down the Coke in bewilderment, and followed.

In front of the second-to-last row of seats at the corner, Fang Yingzhen stopped and looked down at the little black dog curled up under the soles of the man's shoes.

"Faint." Fang Yingzhen called out.

The little black dog whimpered, and kept pawing away the man's shoes with its paws, as if it wanted to run over.

"Hello!" Fang Yingzhen reached out and pushed the man's gaming chair.

The gaming chair turned half a circle, and the man turned to look at him.

"Yuan Mao?" said Lin Chao who came over.

"Get your feet off." Fang Yingzhen looked at him.

Yuan Mao laughed: "Who are you? Why should I listen to you?"

Fang Yingzhen didn't speak, and suddenly raised his foot and kicked Yuan Mao's chair fiercely. Yuan Mao stood up in surprise, and the chair fell to the ground. Fang Yingzhen bent down and hugged the curled up faint.

There was too much movement, and everyone in the Internet cafe looked this way.

"It's okay, it's okay, you sit down." Lin Chao hurriedly said to the owner of the Internet cafe who stood up and looked this way.

Fang Yingzhen didn't even need to look at the puppy's face, just looking at its dark blue padded jacket, he knew it was indifferent.

"Give me the dog." Yuan Mao put his hands in his pockets, and Fang Yingzhen raised his chin.

"What did you say?" Fang Yingzhen narrowed his eyes.

"I said," Yuan Mao lazily chewed his gum, and walked towards him slowly, "give me the dog, this is my dog."

Calling faintly, she kept shrinking into Fang Yingzhen's arms.

"This is my dog, it was lost a while ago, did you hear it clearly?" Fang Yingzhen looked at him.

"It's none of my business if your dog gets lost, I'm talking about this dog, this dog," Yuan Mao pointed at himself with a cold face, "Mine."

day.

Fang Yingzhen didn't want to argue with him "yours and mine", so he simply walked out the door with the dog in his arms.

"Fuck, what do you want to do, you!" Yuan Mao grabbed his arm.

Fang Yingzhen turned his head: "You try to touch another one?"

"Hey, don't be noisy, don't be noisy," Lin Chao hurriedly stopped between them, "I seem to have heard clearly just now, Fang Yingzhen's dog was picked up by you and raised by you, is that the case?"

"I didn't pick it up, I raised it." Yuan Mao glared at him.

"Don't you fucking want to show some face?" Fang Yingzhen came up angrily, "The clothes on Danan's body were all worn on the day when he was lost. Are you ashamed to say that you raised them yourself?"

Yuan Mao sneered: "What's the name? It's called Yuan Gungun, and it's what I've been raising."

"You fart!" Fang Yingzhen pointed at him.

"I'm not talking nonsense, give me the dog quickly." Yuan Mao stretched out his hand towards him.

"Should I give it?" Fang Yingzhen stepped back a little, "I have to take this dog away today, what can you do?"

"Snatching my dog ​​in broad daylight, are you quite reasonable?"

Yuan Mao stretched out his hand to snatch it, Fang Yingzhen hid for a while: "Your dog? I just saw you stomping on it? Are you doing this to your dog?"

"Why do I have anything to do with my dog ​​and you?" Yuan Mao pushed him, and Fang Yingzhen's waist hit the cabinet behind, causing a fucking pain.

"Fang, are you okay!" Lin Chao took Dan Dan out of his arms, intending to be the referee in the middle, "Well, I will take care of the dog first, and the two of you sit down and talk calmly, check with each other, and see if there is anything wrong with it." One side got it wrong."

"I'm not mistaken, this is Dandan!" Fang Yingzhen was a little anxious.

"Okay, I know, Yuan Mao, what are you doing..."

Before he finished speaking, the dog in Lin Chao's arms was snatched by Yuan Mao.

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you." Yuan Mao grabbed the dog and walked towards the door.

Enduring the pain in his back, Fang Yingzhen quickly chased after him, hugged his thigh, and sat down on the ground.

When he meets a rogue, he can only be more rogue than the other person.

"What's going on here!" The owner of the Internet cafe came out of the bar in shock, looking at him and Yuan Mao in surprise.

The netizens who had just watched the fun also gathered here, and Yuan Mao couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

"He didn't admit that he snatched my dog! This is obviously my dog!" Fang Yingzhen shouted deliberately, hugging Yuan Mao's leg tightly.

"Fuck," Yuan Mao tried to pull his leg out several times but failed, he lowered his head and gritted his teeth, "Do you need it?"

Fang Yingzhen whispered: "Give me back the dog, everything is easy to talk about."

"Don't think about it."

"This fucking dog was originally my dog." Fang Yingzhen said.

"I picked it up, so it belongs to me." Yuan Mao insisted.

"I'll pay you and return the dog to me." Fang Yingzhen looked up at him.

"I don't care about your little money!" Yuan Mao spat, intending to kick him with the other leg.

It was too late for Fang Yingzhen to react, and just about to cover his face with his arms, he suddenly heard a scream, and then Yuan Mao spun around in front of his eyes and fell down, lying on the ground in a herringbone shape.

Fang Yingzhen froze for a moment, looked up at the door, and met Jiang Gan who suddenly appeared.

"You..." Fang Yingzhen didn't bother to speak, and quickly crawled over to pick up Danan who fell to the ground and ran away in a panic.

"Ban, bah, Jiang Gan?" Lin Chao looked at him, "You, why are you here?"

"Old Wang asked me to come to you."

Jiang Gan frowned, looked down at Yuan Mao who was trying to get up, but was stopped by Lin Chao, "Forget it, forget it, don't hit him again, be careful to remember the mistake."

Yuan Mao laughed, got up from the ground covering his left face that had been punched, and squinted at him: "Ji, Jiang Gan, do you really want to go to jail with your hapless father?"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly fell into silence.

Fang Yingzhen raised his head and secretly glanced at Jiang Gan.

However, Jiang Gan's expression remained the same, he ignored Yuan Mao, and looked at Fang Yingzhen again.

Fang Yingzhen ran to him with the dog in his arms, and said with an apologetic smile, "I'll go with you."

"I'll go with you too." Lin Chao followed suit.

"Jiang Gan—" Yuan Mao's voice interrupted his footsteps again, "Remember, this matter is endless."

Jiang Gan didn't seem to hear, and walked out the door expressionlessly.

"How did you know that we would be here?" Fang Yingzhen trotted to keep up with Jiang Gan, and went around to talk to him.

"Old Wang said, if you two skipped class, you must be here." Jiang Gan said.

"We didn't skip class, we came out during lunch break." Lin Chao quickly explained.

"Yes, yes." Fang Yingzhen agreed.

"Should you two take a look first?" Jiang Gan said as he walked, "What time is it?"

Lin Chao looked down at his watch: "Sunday, it's two o'clock, and I'm late for a class..."

Fang Yingzhen sighed, and patted Lin Chao on the shoulder, "I'll be responsible for your review later, it's fine."

"Then what about this dog?" Lin Chao pointed at the indifferent person who was curled up in Fang Yingzhen's arms and listened quietly to their chat.

"How do I know what to do." Fang Yingzhen patted his faint head, "I'm hungry these days, I've lost weight, why do you say you have nothing to do?"

He called out lightly.

"You two go back to school. I'll go back to the community and return the dog." Fang Yingzhen said.

Jiang Gan glanced at him and said nothing.

In silence, the three of them crossed the road to the opposite school gate.

Fang Yingzhen was stunned when he saw the car parked at the door, "It's just right, there is no need to go to the community."

After speaking, someone opened the car door and got out, walking towards him.

"Your father..." Jiang Gan heard Lin Chao say this.

In fact, Lin Chao still remembered it even if he didn't tell him.

Fang Fuying walked over quickly, calling Fang Yingzhen's name, as if afraid that he would slip away immediately.Fang Yingzhen handed the dog to him: "I found it, return it to Tongli."

Fang Fuying didn't answer, and looked at him angrily: "Why haven't you answered the phone these days? Where are you?"

"Where I am is important to you?" Fang Yingzhen narrowed his eyes, but did not get Fang Fuying's response.

Fang Yingzhen smiled, and planned to walk around him with the dog in his arms, but Fang Fuying held his shoulders. He was just about to shake off, but Fang Fuying roared in his ears: "You don't care if your grandpa is sick!"

45

Fang Yingzhen looked at the scenery passing by outside the window in a daze, his mind went blank.

Fang Fuying drove in front and didn't say a word to him.Fang Yingzhen didn't know what was going on with his grandfather, and he didn't want to ask, because he knew that even if he asked, Fang Fuying might not answer him.

For so many years, Fang Yingzhen seems to have grown up in Fang Fuying's favorite blind spot. Fang Fuying seems to have none of the characteristics of children that Fang Fuying likes, such as cuteness, liveliness, enthusiasm, and gentleness.

Fang Fuying doesn't like him, but Lao Fang likes him.

Grandma died before he was born, and Fang Yingzhen was not very familiar with grandma, so only Lao Fang was closest to him in the older generation.

Lao Fang would vent his anger on him, would pick him up from school, and pamper him like a pampered young master who couldn't bear the slightest grievance.

In my memory, Lao Fang loves hearing him call his grandfather loudly, and then proudly responds: "Hey!"

It's just that in the past few years, Fang Yingzhen called him but rarely heard an echo. More often, the old Fang just looked at him in a daze and smirked. All Fang Yingzhen could hear was his own voice calling grandpa.

Although the voice of shouting is as loud as when he was a child, Lao Fang always ignores him.

Fang Yingzhen got out of the car in a daze, walked in from the hospital door, walked to the door of Lao Fang's ward, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

He didn't expect that Zhang Jing and Tong Li were there too. Tong Li was sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone dangling his legs. When he looked up and saw the light in his arms, he was about to get up with a cry: "Leilei!" Zhang Jing pressed her hard Living.

Fang Yingzhen walked over, handed Dan Dan, who was still looking around, to him, and turned to look at Lao Fang.

Lao Fang's eyes were slightly closed, his mouth was half-opened, and he seemed to be in a deep sleep.

"The old man had a high fever in the middle of the night last night." Fang Fuying, who came in later, looked at him and said, "I called you countless times, but you didn't answer any of them. I squatted at the school gate every night and you avoided seeing me. How do you want me to tell you?" you?"

Fang Yingzhen didn't answer, pulled the chair and sat down beside the bed, found old Fang's hand from the quilt and grabbed it.

Lao Fang's hands were always warm, and in the later years he sometimes became confused and didn't recognize Fang Yingzhen, but no matter what time it was, as long as Fang Yingzhen stretched out his hand to him, he would definitely hold Fang Yingzhen's hand tightly.

Like when I was a child.

"Grandpa," Fang Yingzhen touched the back of Lao Fang's hand with the tip of his nose, and said in a low voice, "How can we be so coincidental, I also have a fever this week."

"But I'll be fine after a night's sleep, and I didn't even go to the hospital to hang up the water. Am I much better than when I was a child?" Fang Yingzhen chuckled and frowned again, "Get better soon, I want to go to the sun with you sun."

Grandpa still slept soundly. Fang Yingzhen covered the quilt for him, stood up, and planned to fetch water from the warm water beside the bed.

"I'm leaving now?" Fang Fuying sat on the sofa and looked up, "Everyone is here now, don't you have anything to say?"

"Is it useful?" Fang Yingzhen looked at him.

"Fuying," he heard Zhang Jing call out in a low voice, and pushed Fang Fuying's shoulder, "Tell the child well."

Tong Li rested his chin on Lian Dan's head, whose tail was wagging all the time, and stared blankly at him and Fang Fuying.

Fang Yingzhen breathed out and asked, "What do you want me to say?"

"Don't you know what to say?" Fang Fuying stood up excitedly.

The more he was like this, the calmer Fang Yingzhen became.

"Dad," Fang Yingzhen said suddenly, seeing Fang Fuying obviously stunned for a moment, "I've made up my mind, I won't live at home in the future, I'll move out."

Zhang Jing got up immediately: "Yingzhen, don't be impulsive."

"I've made up my mind." Fang Yingzhen said, "I'm not impulsive."

"You go! You move out!" Fang Fuying pointed at him, "Don't spend a penny on me!"

"Okay." Fang Yingzhen looked at him and said.

"You..." Fang Fuying opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Do you want to say that I became like this because of my mother's education?" Fang Yingzhen smiled, "Let me tell you for you."

"Fang Yingzhen, don't forget your last name!" Fang Fuying stared at him.

Fang Yingzhen shook his head indifferently: "I actually really want to ask you, have you ever smiled at me even one day since I was a child? You really don't like me at all, and I'm not even as good as you Children who are not related by blood, right?"

"Am I not interested in you?" Fang Fuying asked angrily, "Did I treat you a little bit materially over the years?"

"It's not the problem above." Fang Yingzhen looked at him, suddenly it seemed that a fishbone was stuck in his throat, and it became difficult to speak, "If you really treat me as your son, you won't talk to me without consulting me. Get married right away, and bring new members into the house without consulting me."

He didn't know why, although he felt that Fang Fuying was irrelevant, it was still difficult to express his condemnation.

Fang Fuying's expression was solemn for a moment, staring at him speechless.

"You never respected me." Fang Yingzhen lowered his voice, and his eyes turned red unconsciously.

Good girl.

I don't want to.

Fang Yingzhen thought, and walked out without looking back.

Walking out of the hospital, it started to rain outside.Fang Yingzhen looked up at the sky, and felt that he should take the umbrella that Jiang Gan gave him before going out in the morning.

No matter what purpose Jiang Gan sent the umbrella for, Jiang Gan was the first person to hold the umbrella for him.

A little sobered up by the blowing wind, Fang Yingzhen walked to the side of the road and stopped a car to go to school.

After arriving at school, he didn't go back to the classroom, but went to the Internet cafe opposite, dragged his luggage out, and then took the subway to Jiang Gan's house.

There were not many people in the subway at this point, Fang Yingzhen rested his chin on the suitcase, listening to the sound of the wind whizzing by from the ground, suddenly felt a sense of wandering.

Jiang Gan still didn't go to evening self-study, and packed his schoolbag and left after the last class in the afternoon.

When passing the life supermarket opposite the community, Jiang Gan went in and bought a bag of fresh beef.When he returned home with the beef, he found Fang Yingzhen curled up on the sofa sleeping under a blanket.

Jiang Gan hesitated for a while, did not wake him up, hid the beef in the refrigerator, and began to prepare various barbecue utensils.

Fang Yingzhen was awakened by the smell of barbecue. He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a gust of hot air drifting towards him. He thought it was on fire, but when he was about to jump up, he found that Jiang Gan was roasting something with his head down.

"you......"

Why did you put the baking tray on the end table.

Fang Yingzhen rubbed his eyes, his throat was a little dry after sleeping all afternoon, and he spoke in a weird voice: "What did you bake?"

"Beef." Jiang Gan didn't raise his head.

"Oh." Fang Yingzhen got up, washed his face, and walked out with a wet face, planning to go back to the study.

"Go get chopsticks and bowls." Jiang Gan said.

Fang Yingzhen was stunned for a moment: "Does the landlord still take care of the meals?"

In fact he had no appetite, although the roast beef was indeed very tasty.

"Come on." He heard Jiang Gan say with his back turned to him, "Come with me for dinner."

High calories make people happy.

Fang Yingzhen stirred the stinging beef into the sauce, and then stuffed it into his mouth. When the taste buds felt the texture and strength of the beef, Deng, the whole world was bright.

Jiang Gan glanced at him, saw that Fang Yingzhen raised his eyebrows funny because he thought it was delicious, and handed him a can of beer, but Fang Yingzhen refused: "I don't know how to drink."

"There is no degree." Jiang Gan said.

Fang Yingzhen said oh, took it, opened it, took a sip or two, and sighed with satisfaction.

"Your grandfather," he heard Jiang Gan ask, "are you all right?"

"Fever, I'll go see him tomorrow." Fang Yingzhen said.

"Is it settled about moving out?" Jiang Gan looked at him.

"Probably." Fang Yingzhen nodded.

The two were silent for a while, Fang Yingzhen squatted beside the sofa, lowered his head, and suddenly poked Jiang Gan on the shoulder.

"Ok?"

"Jiang Gan," Fang Yingzhen raised his head and spoke slowly, "Do you know about Alzheimer's disease?"

Jiang Gan lied, beer has a certain degree, Fang Yingzhen's face gradually turned a little red.

His eyes also started to blur.

"I know." Jiang Gan said.

Fang Yingzhen nodded, and suddenly leaned into his ear, covered the corner of his mouth with his hand, and whispered, "My grandfather has this disease."

"You can't imagine it at all," Fang Yingzhen frowned and hiccupped, "My grandpa seems to be a different person after he got sick, and sometimes he doesn't look like my grandpa anymore."

Jiang Gan slowly moved down from the sofa, and followed Fang Yingzhen to squat on the edge of the sofa.

"It's like he's gone." Fang Yingzhen thought for a while, "He won't take the initiative to talk to me, he won't ask me if I'm cold, and he won't smile at me. In fact, I know that from the first year of his illness. , he's already starting to leave."

"But I can't bear it." Fang Yingzhen rubbed his eyes and whispered, "That's my grandfather."

Probably because one person talked for a long time without hearing a reply, Fang Yingzhen was a little dissatisfied, and called out Jiang Gan's name irritably.

"What?" Jiang Gan looked at him.

Fang Yingzhen didn't answer, and continued to shout: "Jiang Gan Jiang Gan Jiang Gan Jiang Gan."

After shouting, he stretched out his foot to touch Jiang Gan's leg, frowned and said, "Are you listening to me?"

"I'm listening." Jiang Gan said.

"I'm not happy at all," Fang Yingzhen ignored him, as if talking to himself, his voice was a little trembling, and faintly tinged with tears, "I couldn't be happy when Fang Fuying was angry, I couldn't be happy no matter what, this time Both."

Fang Yingzhen was drunk.

Jiang Gan stared at his face and thought.

Fang Yingzhen looks foolish and heartless, very noisy and annoying, always likes to call his name many times at once.

It seems that I don't care about anything, but in fact I care about everything.

Fragile, sensitive, and cowardly, easy to bully, so easy to bully that she can be forced to run away from home by a kid.

Jiang Gan felt that he was really bad at the beginning, and he still thinks so now, but gradually he will have strange feelings about incidents such as "Fang Yingzhen was bullied".

The last time he felt this way, he kissed Fang Yingzhen.

But now, Jiang Gan looked at Fang Yingzhen's reddish eye sockets and cheeks, and his body began to create similar emotions again.By the time he reacted, his lips had already touched the bridge of Fang Yingzhen's nose.

At the same time, Fang Yingzhen also opened his eyes and stared at him wetly. The two breathed each other's breath, and the atmosphere was a little delicate.

"Why are you kissing me again?" Fang Yingzhen asked with a slightly nasal voice, looking pitiful, as if he was solving a math problem that had been done many times and still received zero marks.

Jiang Gan suddenly reached out and pressed his wrist against the sofa.

Fang Yingzhen had no strength to struggle, so he frowned and didn't move.

"Jiang Gan, do you like me?" He said weakly, slurring his words.

Jiang Gan was stunned for a moment, subconsciously let go, and looked at him from a distance.

"You don't like me, why have you kissed me so many times?" Fang Yingzhen picked up a pillow and leaned against it lazily, smiling a bit nastyly.

Jiang Gan thought for a while and corrected him: "Only twice."

"That's a lot of times." Fang Yingzhen clicked his tongue and touched his knee with his foot, "Is it? You like me?"

Jiang Gan moved his feet aside, expressionless: "You're drunk..."

Fang Yingzhen put his hand on his lips and shook his head slightly: "Don't like me, I don't fall in love early."

"..."

"But—" Fang Yingzhen turned around, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pat Jiang Gan's face with a smile, closed his eyes and fell down on the sofa, "I'm in a good mood today, I reluctantly agree to lend you a kiss, let's kiss."

"..."

Obviously he was still complaining about being unhappy for the last minute, but now he said he was in a good mood and lent him a kiss.

Jiang Gan frowned, and decided to resolutely stay away from Fang Yingzhen who drank too much in the future.

"Will you kiss me or not?" Fang Yingzhen opened his eyes impatiently, sat up and stared at him.

"..."

"Okay!" Fang Yingzhen nodded, "You don't want to kiss, do you?"

Jiang Gan grabbed the beer can and watched his performance with a face of inexplicability, vaguely feeling that he was about to be in danger.

Sure enough, Fang Yingzhen said "If you don't want to kiss me, I'll kiss you", crawled over from the sofa like a roller, and quickly jumped into his arms before he could react.

"Fang Ying..."

"Hush." ​​Fang Yingzhen pressed his index finger on his lips, shook his head, narrowed his eyes, and looked at him with a look that looked very pornographic, "Don't talk."

"Go down." Jiang Gan sighed.

"No." Fang Yingzhen said immediately.

"Please, go down."

Jiang Gan wanted to push him away, but Fang Yingzhen's legs entangled him tightly around his waist. After a while, Fang Yingzhen's two arms also circled up from the back of his neck.

"Your uncle." Jiang Gan swears rarely.

Fang Yingzhen now looks like a clingy liquid cat, as long as he wants to pester him, no one can take him off.

What's more annoying is that Jiang Gan smelled the familiar fragrance from Fang Yingzhen's body, mixed with the smell of wine, like a medicine that can make people boil.

He was stunned for a second, his breathing began to become short of breath, and he pushed Fang Yingzhen's shoulder away even harder.

"Huh?" Fang Yingzhen yawned sleepily, put his arms around his neck, with a confused expression, "Don't you kiss?"

Before Jiang Gan had time to speak, Fang Yingzhen smiled suddenly, then moved his face closer, his eyes fell on his lips, and he leaned forward slowly.

At the moment when he was about to meet Jiang Gan, his hazy and distant hearing was testing on the edge of becoming clearer, and finally heard a retch.

"..."

"..."

Fang Yingzhen waited for several seconds before raising his head in a daze, looking at Jiang Gan who looked flustered.

"You just now," he hesitated unsurely, "did you want to vomit?"

"Get off me quickly." Jiang Gan looked ugly.

Fang Yingzhen was pushed down by Jiang Gan before he even started. He sat on the ground and watched Jiang Gan quickly get up from the ground and rushed towards the bathroom as if fleeing for his life.

After a few seconds, the sound of vomiting came from the bathroom.

"..." Fang Yingzhen raised his hand and slapped himself not too hard, and suddenly he woke up from the wine.

It wasn't the slap that woke him up, it was anger.

It is the burning anger after the dignity has been trampled on.

Jiang Gan actually vomited?

Jiang Gan was about to vomit because of one of his unsuccessful kisses?

Still fucking vomited, Fang Yingzhen pricked up his ears and listened there, feeling dizzy.

Fang Yingzhen sat for a while with a dull face, gradually regained his senses, got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

When he got to the bathroom, Jiang Gan had already vomited and rinsed his hands and face repeatedly under the faucet.

Fang Yingzhen brought him the water, but Jiang Gan didn't take it. He wiped the water off his lips with the back of his hand, wiped his face with a towel, and looked up at him.

"Look at me, what are you doing?" Fang Yingzhen said.

"Are you awake?" Jiang Gan frowned.

"I didn't mean it just now." Fang Yingzhen said vaguely.

Jiang Gan hummed and said, "Get out of the way."

"what?"

"I'm sleepy, I want to sleep." Jiang Gan said.

"Just..." Fang Yingzhen hurriedly looked down at his watch, "Nine o'clock."

"Some people can get drunk at eight o'clock, so I can't sleep at nine o'clock?" Jiang Gan looked at him.

"Yes." Fang Yingzhen had nothing to say, and obediently gave way.

Jiang Gan went out sideways, with a gust of wind, Fang Yingzhen was blown soberly, thinking, it turned out that Jiang Gan hated himself.

Then why did you kiss him when you hated him last time?

Neuropathy!

Fang Yingzhen's anger came up again. He was in a bad mood today, and this is Jiang Gan's home and he has nowhere to vent.He closed himself in place for a while, then turned and went back to the study.

46

The next day was the weekend, Fang Yingzhen got up early and went to the hospital to see Lao Fang. Lao Fang seemed to have recovered a lot, and was as happy as a child when he saw him.

"Xiao Fang, let me tell you," Lao Fang covered his mouth and whispered, "There is a child here, I don't know him."

Fang Yingzhen guessed that it should be Tongli, so he hummed and didn't speak.

"There is another woman, I don't know either." Lao Fang said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jing pushed the door and walked in. She looked up and saw Fang Yingzhen, and was taken aback for a moment: "Yingzhen, why are you here so early?"

"Come and have a look." Fang Yingzhen stood up and looked at the time, "Then I'll go first."

He turned around and hugged Lao Fang: "Grandpa, I'm leaving first."

"Do you still have homework to do?" Lao Fang looked serious.

"Yeah, you guessed it all." Fang Yingzhen smiled, "I'll see you next time."

"The old man will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow." Zhang Jing said quickly.

"Oh," Fang Yingzhen nodded, "Grandpa, I'm leaving."

"Wait a minute." Zhang Jing said, looking at him, "Let's go out and talk."

In the early morning, Fang Yingzhen was not in the mood to listen to someone's speech, but he still nodded.

When the two walked to the corridor, Zhang Jing took out a card from her bag and handed it to him.

"What?" Fang Yingzhen didn't answer.

Zhang Jing said sincerely: "Fuying asked me to hand it over to you, and he also said that if you live outside, you should treat yourself better, and don't be reluctant to spend money."

"Okay," Fang Yingzhen took the card and put it in his pocket, "I accept it."

"There's nothing...what do you want to say to your dad?" Zhang Jing looked at him.

"No." Fang Yingzhen finished answering lazily, turned around and left.

Coming out of the hospital, Fang Yingzhen didn't know where to go for a while.

After next week, the trial lease period that Jiang Gan said will end, but Fang Yingzhen hasn't found a suitable house yet, to be precise, he hasn't found a house at all.

Jiang Gan's house is indeed a very suitable residence for him, and Jiang Gan himself has expressed his hope that he can share the rent.

but.

Fang Yingzhen remembered Jiang Gan's sudden change in attitude because of his vomiting last night.

I don't want to rent it anymore.

How could it be possible to live with a person who hates him and not intentionally make things difficult for him?

Fang Yingzhen felt a little irritated for no reason, and was about to take a taxi to see the house, when Han Li suddenly called him.

"Hello, Brother Han?" Fang Yingzhen answered.

"Xiao Fang, are you outside?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Bring some antipyretics when you come back. Your landlord has a low fever, but it doesn't look too serious." Han Li clicked his tongue.

"Jiang Gan?" Fang Yingzhen was stunned, "Why did you suddenly have a low fever?"

"Who knows, I only found out when I was visiting. I saw that the antipyretics in the medicine cabinet were all gone."

I finished it.Fang Yingzhen thought, and frowned: "Okay, got it."

The house inspection came to an end, Fang Yingzhen went to the pharmacy to ask the doctor for some antipyretics, and then took a taxi back to Jiang Gan's house.

While in the taxi, Fang Yingzhen began to reflect.

Jiang Gan's low-grade fever is 80.00% likely to be caused by yesterday's vomiting, and yesterday's vomiting was caused by himself.

so......

Jiang Gan's low-grade fever was caused by himself? !

day.

No way?Is it okay to kiss someone and scare people into a fever?

Fang Yingzhen really wanted to slap himself, but after thinking about it, he felt that Jiang Gan should be blamed.If Jiang Gan didn't give him wine, he wouldn't be there.

Recalling those shameful behaviors that were not controlled by his mind last night, Fang Yingzhen wanted to die.

When I got home, I found that I didn't bring the key. Fortunately, Han Li was still there, so he came to open the door.

"What about others?" Fang Yingzhen handed him the medicine and asked while changing his shoes.

"Lying on the bed and sleeping." Han Li went over to pour some water to soak the medicine. "That face is as black as a lump of carbon. You'd better ignore him, lest you get burned."

"It's an exaggeration, our landlord is an authentic cold white skin." Fang Yingzhen smiled, turned and entered Jiang Gan's room.

The curtains were drawn too dark, and the light was not turned on. Fang Yingzhen walked to the bed with the faint light, stood there for a long time thinking about what to say, finally sighed, and planned to turn around and go out.

A voice suddenly sounded: "What are you doing..."

"I scared me to death!" Fang Yingzhen almost fell to the ground, staring at Jiang Gan in the dark, "Aren't you asleep? I thought you were asleep..."

Jiang Gan didn't speak, he reached out and slapped on the bedside lamp, and looked up at him calmly: "Is there something wrong?"

"It's okay." Fang Yingzhen said.

"Fang Yingzhen." Jiang Gan suddenly called his name.

"what?"

"It's none of your business."

"What, what?"

"The thing about my fever," Jiang Gan paused, "and the thing about throwing up yesterday, it has nothing to do with you."

Jiang Gan's eyelids were thinned by the cold light from the bedside lamp, and his pupils were deep, stained with a layer of dark blue.Fang Yingzhen looked at it for a while, and a little involuntarily avoided his sight.

"I bought antipyretics." He heard himself speak in the silence.

Jiang Gan hummed lightly: "Thank you."

"Jiang Gan," Fang Yingzhen hesitated for a few seconds, "You don't hate me? Right?"

Jiang Gan raised his eyes to look at him, and shook his head after a long time.

"This shakes his head," Fang Yingzhen was puzzled, "Is it right or not?"

Jiang Gan clicked his tongue, and his expression looked a little disgusted with his IQ, but he still said, "I don't hate him."

A new week with no surprises.

It's just that during the break, Song Man, a student of the [-]th grade, ran in to make a statement: "Jiang Gan was selected to join the school's math competition team! He's the only one in our normal class!"

Amid exaggerated gasps and exclamations, Fang Yingzhen couldn't help turning his head: "Jiang Gan!"

Jiang Gan took off the hearing earphones, squinted: "What?"

"Are you in the competition team?" Liang Zhi leaned over, "Wow, you are so good!"

"Yeah." Jiang Gan nodded, then stretched out his hand to push Fang Yingzhen's forehead, "What do you think I'm doing?"

"...Just take a look." Fang Yingzhen said.

Jiang Gan gave a rare smile, and put on the earphones again for listening.

Having dinner with Lin Chao and Yao Yuan in the cafeteria at noon, Fang Yingzhen looked around and asked casually, "Where's Xiaobao?"

Lin Chao sighed: "I don't know."

Yao Yuan also sighed: "You don't know, Shen Xiaobao has also moved out, and now only Chao and I are left in the dormitory."

"Come on," Fang Yingzhen smiled after hearing Shen Yan mentioning the school, "Isn't it okay that no one robs the toilet with you two?"

"What's the matter, we take turns sweeping the dormitory every day without a day off!" Lin Chao said, suddenly stunned, "Scholar?"

"What do you want to learn?" Fang Yingzhen held his chopsticks in his mouth and met Jiang Gan's gaze as soon as he turned his head.

Jiang Gan held the plate, sat down opposite him with a blank face, and ate his meal with his head down.

"Hey, why did he want to eat with you?" Yao Yuan asked in a low voice.

"I don't know either." Fang Yingzhen answered him in a low voice.

Jiang Gan's sudden joining made the meal quiet. They used to talk nonsense when eating, but today they were very honest, and finished the meal without saying a word, much faster than usual.

Fang Yingzhen put down his chopsticks, and was just about to say goodbye to Jiang Gan, when he suddenly heard someone at the table behind him say in a strange tone: "Hey, Xueba, I heard that he seems to be the only one in the ordinary class to enter the competition. It's really amazing."

Jiang Gan lowered his head and drank the soup, maintaining his usual deafness.

But Fang Yingzhen and Lin Chao could hear it, and they were upset because of that little sense of class honor.

Lin Chao slammed the bowl of soup on the table, and said loudly, "Don't just talk about others, you can go ahead."

The man snorted, "I'm not that powerful."

"You're not that good," Fang Yingzhen answered without raising his head, "Then what are you talking about."

"Fang Yingzhen." Another person at the table called his name, "Take it easy."

Lin Chao whispered, "It's Yuan Mao."

"What kind of attitude should I have with a shameless person?" Fang Yingzhen still can't forget the dog's hatred.

"Say who has no face