Dead zone

Shang is still quite funny.

The school stipulated to return to school at [-] o'clock on Sunday night, Fang Yingzhen packed his schoolbag and prepared to leave before [-] o'clock.

It was rare for Fang Fuying to be at home on Saturdays and Sundays. Seeing that he was about to go out, she couldn't help asking, "Where are you going?"

Fang Yingzhen was a little funny: "Go to school."

"You... want me to take you there?" Fang Fuying asked.

Take the wrong medicine.

Fang Yingzhen thought, raised his eyes and said, "No need."

"Do you know where I go to school?" He asked again, slightly mockingly, before going out.

Before Fang Fuying could speak, Fang Yingzhen kicked the door, and threw Fang Fuying's answer that he might be about to say, together with his unhappy mood at home these two days, inside.

cool.

Fang Yingzhen shook his head, put on his schoolbag and walked to the elevator.

After entering the elevator, he took out his mobile phone to call Lin Chao, and when he got connected there was the sound of mahjong.

"Where is it?" Fang Yingzhen looked down at the toe of the shoe.

"What about home?" Lin Chao mumbled with a cigarette in his mouth, "What about you?"

"Lin Chao! Give me the cigarette!" A female voice shouted.

"Did you hear that, don't pinch it anymore." Fang Yingzhen laughed.

"Ouch, yo, yo, mom, don't pull my ear, oh, it hurts, it hurts, I pinch me!" Lin Chao yelled on the phone, and then said to Fang Yingzhen, "You're fine, it's fine, I'm hanging up to play cards !"

"Stop beating, it's time to go to school." Fang Yingzhen said.

The elevator dinged and reached the first floor.

Fang Yingzhen went out and took a taxi to the gate of the community.

"What time is it, Master Fang?" Lin Chao's voice was a little far away, probably checking the time on his mobile phone, "It's only four o'clock, do you remember the school's rule to arrive at school at six o'clock?"

"I don't want to stay at home." Fang Yingzhen stopped the car, opened the back door and sat in, "Experimental High School, thank you."

The driver responded, and the car drove forward.

"What's the matter, your dad is back?" Lin Chao asked.

"Yes, yes," Fang Yingzhen sighed, and fell back on the pillow, "Hurry up, it's nothing serious, I have bigger things to tell you."

"All right, come right away," Lin Chao said and shouted again, "Hey, have you prepared a birthday present for me?"

"I haven't been out for two days on the weekend, where can I prepare a gift for you?" Fang Yingzhen straightened up suddenly, and patted the back of the driver's seat, "Hey master, change the way, let's not go to the middle school."

"Where are you going?" Lin Chao asked on the phone.

"North America." Fang Yingzhen said, "Don't you want a gift, I'm waiting for you at the gate of North America."

"I'm going to be real!" Lin Chao shouted, "You can buy me whatever I want!"

"I'll leave if you don't arrive within 10 minutes." Fang Yingzhen clicked his tongue.

"Impossible, I will be there in five minutes." Lin Chao said.

15

Lin Chao was so aggressive that he stopped playing mahjong when he heard that he was going to buy him a gift, and his speed was comparable to that of a rocket.Before Fang Yingzhen arrived in North America, his cell phone rang.

"I'm at the door." Lin Chao said.

"I'll go, how fast are you?" Fang Yingzhen sighed.

"I'll wait for you at McDonald's on the fourth floor," Lin Chao urged, "Hurry up."

Fang Yingzhen saw the huge billboard of the North American shopping mall from afar through the car window, and said casually, "I'm here, I'm here to find you."

"Okay." Lin Chao hung up the phone.

Fang Yingzhen got out of the car and entered through the side door of North America.

There is more than half a month before Christmas, and the festive atmosphere in the mall is already very strong, and Christmas trees and red hats in shop windows can be seen everywhere.

McDonald's is on the fourth floor, Fang Yingzhen was too lazy to walk and went directly to wait for the elevator.

Diagonally opposite the elevator is a Cantonese-style teahouse. Fang Yingzhen glanced casually, and saw a man sitting by the window of the teahouse, wearing a dark black down jacket, looking from the side...a bit like Jiang Gan.

Just as he was about to look away, the man suddenly reached out and swept the teacup in front of him to the ground.

The cup was broken on the ground, and it seemed that there was a lot of commotion, and the guests sitting around turned their heads to look at him.

The man sitting across from that person quickly got up and talked to the waiter who ran over.

The man ignored anyone's gaze, and turned his face out of the window impatiently.

...is Jiang Gan.

Jiang Gan frowned, and the expression on his face did not look happy.

To be honest, Fang Yingzhen was a little surprised.

Since the day he met Jiang Gan by accident, it was the first time he saw such an expression on Jiang Gan's face.

Even in school, Fang Yingzhen had never seen Jiang Gan's expression.

Doesn't seem to have any emotion.

Literally, like a... cool, robot.

But now, Fang Yingzhen can still feel the irritability and hostility from Jiang Gan immediately, even though he is a distance away and facing the window.

The phone rang again, and Fang Yingzhen picked it up: "Huh?"

"Where is Fang! Isn't it here?" Lin Chao shouted, "The milk tea I ordered is going to be cold!"

"Here we come." Fang Yingzhen hung up the phone and glanced at the window again.

Jiang Gan still looked displeased, looking out the window with his chin propped up.The waiter cleaned up the glass that he had smashed, and no one around him continued to look at him. The man sitting across from him seemed to be talking to him.

Forget it, none of your business.

Fang Yingzhen shook his head and entered the elevator.

"I'm really sorry, I apologize to you," Feng Yue pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and grinned a little at the corner of his mouth, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be holding on to those questions."

Jiang Gan lowered his eyes and looked at Feng Yue's hands under the table that were constantly wiping sweat on his pants due to nervousness.

"I made it very clear on the phone," he looked back at Feng Yue, "right?"

Feng Yue smiled apologetically, his forehead sweating.

Before taking over Jiang Gan, he only knew that Jiang Gan was a high school student and was dissatisfied.

He's still young, so he should be easy to deal with.

After Jiang Gan hung up on 51 calls in a row on the weekend, Feng Yue had to find Jiang Gan's uncle Cheng Zhan to intervene in their communication.

Jiang Qian was very happy when he agreed to meet Feng Yue in the teahouse of the shopping mall, thinking that half of the success was achieved.

But what he didn't expect was that even though he was cautious enough, Jiang Gan would suddenly become emotionally unstable due to some questions about his biological father, and even drop his teacup.

Jiang Gan didn't seem to be a violent person, Feng Yue observed him carefully for a while, and realized that Jiang Gan's mood changes were not entirely due to those problems, but partly due to him.

Jiang Gan has been in a state of relative vigilance and avoidance since the meeting. The unfamiliar environment and conversations with strangers are the first signs of his emotional breakdown.

Feng Yue found that the client resisted any intervention and communication with strangers.

Jiang Gan got up to say goodbye, Feng Yue watched him walk out of the teahouse and pressed his brows weakly.

Cheng Zhan gave him some information about Jiang Gan.

Divorced parents, domestic violence by his father when he was young, suicide and mild manic depression.

Feng Yue sighed.

This tall and beautiful boy looked like an arrogant and indifferent fox, with injuries hidden under his fur, but he didn't tell anyone.

"That's all." Lin Chao reached out and took the box from the upper row of cabinets, and handed it to Fang Yingzhen, "The Lun family has wanted this for a long time..."

Fang Yingzhen bit the milk tea straw, took the box and looked at it, there was a Harley drawn on it, surrounded by English, he couldn't understand it either.

"What?" He asked Lin Chao.

"Lego." Lin Chao looked at him like a fool.

"I don't know it's Lego?" Fang Yingzhen clicked his tongue, "I'm asking what is written on it!"

"Fatty Harley, is he handsome?" Lin Chao said excitedly.

"It's pretty handsome," Fang Yingzhen said, holding the box in his hand and looking at it over and over again, "I knew you must drag me here."

"Knows me pretty well." Lin Chao bumped him on the shoulder.

"That must be done." Fang Yingzhen bumped back.

After paying the bill, the two walked out of the Lego store.

"Go back?" Fang Yingzhen asked.

"Go back." Lin Chao said.

"The subway is still..."

Without saying a word, Fang Yingzhen saw Jiang Gan swaying up from downstairs, passing by a row of shop doors on the other side with a cigarette in his mouth, and walking towards the cinema on the right.

"Sir, we don't allow smoking here."

The young lady in uniform at the service desk ran up to him.

Jiang Gan glanced at her, removed the burning cigarette from his mouth, lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly crumpled the cigarette into a ball and held it in his hand.

"Is that all right?" Jiang Gan asked.

The young lady was frightened by his actions and remained silent for a long time.

Jiang Gan turned around and entered the fire escape next to the cinema.

There is no heating in the aisle, and the temperature is a little lower than in the mall.

Jiang Gan sat down along the wall and was just about to light a cigarette when the door was suddenly pulled from the outside and a person walked in.

Jiang Gan frowned, raised his eyes, and then froze for a while.

Fang Yingzhen smiled dryly and raised his hand towards him: "What a coincidence."

Jiang Gan ignored him and lit a cigarette.

"Then what." Fang Yingzhen opened his mouth, breaking the newly formed silence.

Jiang Gan leaned his head against the wall and looked at him lazily.

"Borrow a fire, will it work?" Fang Yingzhen raised his hand, with a cigarette between his fingers.

Jiang Gan stared at the person in front of him for about 20 seconds before nodding his head.

Fang Yingzhen sat on the ground opposite him very familiarly, and Jiang Gan took out the lighter.

chirp.

The eyes of the two people fell on the flames emerging from the lighter mouth at the same time.

Just as Fang Yingzhen was about to put the smoke on it, Jiang Gan suddenly blew out the flame with a puff.

"You..." Fang Yingzhen looked at him.

In fact, what Fang Yingzhen wanted to say was, you must be sick.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Gan said with a smile.

Fang Yingzhen opened his mouth and said nothing.

There was another snort.

This time Fang Yingzhen hadn't even smoked, when a small wind suddenly blew on the bridge of his nose.

"..."

Really sick, I confirmed.

Fang Yingzhen thought.

He raised his eyes and saw that the flame that had just been blown out by Jiang Gan for the second time was rekindled.

The dark blue constantly jumping flames reflected Jiang Gan's eyes.

There was a smile that Fang Yingzhen couldn't understand.

16

Fang Yingzhen regretted a little, regretting being nosy.

He didn't even understand why he followed, and he approached him with a lame excuse.

day.

Fang Yingzhen himself couldn't tell.

Maybe it was witnessing Jiang Gan's gaffe in the teahouse, and seeing him pinch a cigarette with his fingers indifferently.

Doing a series of abnormal things with the posture of a normal person.

The back view of Jiang Gan walking towards the fire escape looks like a soldier about to die.

A bit tragic and desolate.

Fang Yingzhen felt a little pitiful for him, and had no doubt that he would do something dangerous as a matter of course.

And this time.

Fang Yingzhen leaned against the opposite wall, not knowing what to say, smoking a cigarette that he borrowed Jiang Gan's lighter twice to light.

Jiang Gan, who was on the opposite side, kept sitting in one posture, and seemed not interested in talking to him.

The floor tiles were quite cold, and Fang Yingzhen's butt hurt from sitting on it.

In the end, he patted his pants and stood up, looking at Jiang Gan: "Aren't you going back to school?"

Jiang Gan was silent for a while, then realized that he was talking to himself, and shook his head.

"Then I'm leaving?" Fang Yingzhen said.

Jiang Gan's eyelids moved, and he stood up suddenly: "Together."

From North America to the attached high school, you need to take four subway stops.

This point was just in time for the rush hour, and Fang Yingzhen was squeezed into the carriage with Jiang Gan, holding on to the pull ring tightly.

The whole car was like a can of sardines, and they were the two fish that endured the hardest.

After two stops, there were a little less people, Fang Yingzhen breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly glanced at Jiang Gan.

Jiang Gan was taller than him, holding the pull ring with one hand, and still had no expression on his face.

It seems that the psychopath who just smashed the cup in the teahouse, pinched the cigarette with his fingers, and blown the lighter with his mouth was not him.

Fang Yingzhen clicked his tongue in his heart.

Looking at Jiang Gan from his angle, he can see Jiang Gan's superior facial features and slender neck. It has to be said that Jiang Gan is indeed a handsome guy who is one in a million.

"Look at what?" Jiang Gan asked suddenly.

Fang Yingzhen's eyelids twitched in fright: "Huh?"

"I was just on the glass." Jiang Gan pointed to the car window next to the two expressionlessly, "I saw you looking at me."

"......"day.

The scene of a small rollover.

Fang Yingzhen didn't feel particularly embarrassed, anyway, even more embarrassing things have been done in front of Jiang Gan.

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

Jiang Gan glanced at him and said nothing.

17

Fang Yingzhen and Jiang Gan entered the classroom one after the other. Normally, the classroom would be noisy at this moment, but today, with Lao Wang sitting in charge, everyone buried their heads in peace like an ostrich, so quiet that they didn't even fart.

Fu Xiaoxiao, the life committee member, was going to the seats one by one to collect the meal cards and cash, and was going to take them to the cafeteria to refill the cards together.

Fang Yingzhen just put down her schoolbag, when she looked up, she saw two packs of pink bear biscuits on the table.

......

Again?

Shen Yan took a peek at Lao Wang who was sitting on the podium, and leaned over in a low voice, "Sister Mystery brought you biscuits again."

"Have you seen what she looks like?" Fang Yingzhen sat down and asked in a low voice.

"No, I haven't seen her." Shen swore.

"Then how do you know it's a woman?" Fang Yingzhen clicked his tongue.

"That's right." Shen oath nodded, and then lowered his head to write his own.

Fang Yingzhen stuffed the biscuits back into the table, took out the homework that should be handed in and passed it to the front desk, and then passed it to the group leader who collected the homework.

Fang Yingzhen basically copied Shen Zhi's homework in school.When there is no one to copy at home, Fang Yingzhen occasionally writes honestly by himself.

Although most of the time he couldn't understand what the topic was talking about.

Someone touched Fang Yingzhen's back with something, and he turned around, it was Jiang Gan.

Jiang Gan took the homework and said, "Pass it on for me, thank you."

He didn't hear any tone of helpfulness.

Fang Yingzhen looked at him, but reached out and took the notebook.

Fu Xiaoxiao walked to them with a thick stack of meal cards and banknotes: "Recharge the card?"

"Great." Liang Zhi joked.

Fu Xiaoxiao glanced at him sideways: "Stop talking nonsense."

"Did you hear that, Ban Huaer told you to stop talking nonsense." Fang Yingzhen said.

"I'm not a class flower," Fu Xiaoxiao took the meal card and cash handed over by Shen Yan, and glanced at Jiang Gan, "Isn't Jiang Gan?"

Jiang Gan looked down and flipped through his notebook as if he didn't hear it.

Fu Xiaoxiao was a little embarrassed for a while.

"You two are side by side." Fang Yingzhen said something.

Fu Xiaoxiao burst out laughing, took the things and left.

Jiang Gan looked up from his notebook and looked at him: "What?"

"...I didn't say anything." Fang Yingzhen felt a little guilty after being stared at by him, and turned back.

New week, new despair.

Monday is a sunny day, which means running between classes.

Fang Yingzhen was dragged and dragged by Lin Chao and managed to finish the whole run without falling behind. In the end, the two of them collapsed together on the lawn next to the big playground in the music at the end of the run.

"Fuck," panting, Lin Chao kicked Fang Yingzhen, "What kind of physical fitness do you have, Ren Xiaobao even finished running without panting!"

Fang Yingzhen's eyes were turned to the sky, his chest heaved and he was so tired that he couldn't speak.

"Hey Fang," Lin Chao pulled him up from the grass, "Yesterday in North America you said that you met an acquaintance and let me go first. Let me ask you, is the acquaintance you mentioned Jiang Gan?"

"How do you know?" Fang Yingzhen turned his head sharply.

"I saw you two came in together." Lin Chao said, "Why are you lying to me for Jiang Gan?"

Fang Yingzhen said: "You don't understand."

He didn't want to lie to his friends, but regarding Jiang Gan's gaffes, Fang Yingzhen still decided to keep them secret.

"All right, all right, I don't understand." Fortunately, Lin Chao is also a smart person.

After running and practicing, the classroom smelled of sweat. Just as Fang Yingzhen sat back in his seat, Song Man ran in shaking a large paper, and yelled, "The mid-term exam results are out—"

Fang Yingzhen unscrewed the cup and poured saliva into his mouth.

As soon as Song Man finished shouting, a large group of people huffed and surrounded him, vying to see the ranking report card in Song Man's hand.

"Hey, hey, don't squeeze! Old Wang asked me to post it on the blackboard behind!"

"Damn don't squeeze!"

"Fuck a corner was torn by you!"

......

Fang Yingzhen didn't want to know the grades, so he went to the desk to check the schedule, and the next section was politics.

The only subject that the whole class of Class [-] has in common is Politics.

The political teacher was a petite female teacher named Chen Xue.Fair skin, beautiful lips, red lips and white teeth, Fang Yingzhen quite likes her.

It is a kind of enjoyment for Fang Yingzhen to take the class of the beautiful teacher. Anyway, it is much more interesting than the math class of the stern-faced Lao Wang.

Shen Yan returned with a ruddy complexion.

Fang Yingzhen glanced at him: "No. [-] again?"

Shen Yan shook his head embarrassingly: "Second, the first is Jiang Gan."

"Is he so powerful?" Fang Yingzhen was a little surprised.

"Well, it's very good, with perfect marks in the three courses," Shen Yan said seriously, "It's just that English is a bit weak, and it's only 120."

"120 is a fart." Fang Yingzhen clicked his tongue, "Don't you think it's too much to say such things in front of me?"

Shen Yan laughed: "Hey, I'm sorry."

"For the sake of being so cute," Fang Yingzhen stretched out his hand to pinch his face, "I don't care about it, young master."

"It hurts." Shen Yanwen said in a low voice.

"Fang!" Lin Chao roared and rushed over, "I told you that you have made progress this time! Guess how many you got in the exam!"

Before Fang Yingzhen could speak, Lin Chao yelled again: "Number 15! Isn't it! Progress!"

Fang Yingzhen: "..."

Chen Xue walked into the classroom with a smile on her little high heels, and the chaotic classroom suddenly became quiet.

Fang Yingzhen seized the time to get revenge before the class bell rang, and kicked Lin Chao's ass: "Get lost!"

"In today's class, we will continue to talk about the mid-term paper that was not analyzed in the previous class..." Chen Xue looked up and saw Lin Chao running to his seat with his hands on his buttocks, "Student Lin Chao, what's wrong with you?"

"No! It's nothing..." Lin Chao said, turning his head and glaring at Fang Yingzhen.

Fang Yingzhen blew a kiss to him across most of the classroom.

"The results are out today." Chen Xue continued, "Jiang Gan is the only one in our class with a perfect score in politics. After class, everyone can borrow Jiang Gan's answer sheet to learn from his experience in answering questions."

"I'll go, you are amazing." Fang Yingzhen exclaimed when Liang Zhi heard it behind him.

Not only Liang Zhi, but after Chen Xue said this, most of the eyes of the whole class focused on Jiang Gan.

Jiang Gan still stared down at his test paper as if he couldn't feel anything.

Fang Yingzhen turned his head slightly and saw his answer sheet laid out on the side.

The handwriting is very beautiful and full, and there are regulations.

It's not on the same level as Fang Yingzhen, who always wants to write a bunch of nonsense to fill up the answer box every time.

Fang Yingzhen gave Jiang Gan a thumbs up sincerely.

For creatures like Xueba, Fang Yingzhen's favorability has always been relatively high, such as Shen Yan, and Jiang Gan.

Jiang Gan raised his eyelids, and his eyes fell on Fang Yingzhen's thumb.

Fang Yingzhen stood up for a while and turned his head back to continue listening to the class, but he didn't see Jiang Gan's mouth briefly raised a small arc.

Monday passed quickly, and when Fang Yingzhen returned to the dormitory, his mother called.

He stared at the screen, knowing that his mother must have received a text message about the results of the midterm exam.

Want to accept, do not want to accept.

Fang Yingzhen watched the screen gradually darken, but his mother did not give up and made a second pass.

He sighed, picked up the phone and walked to the balcony.

"Yingzhen," my mother's voice sounded a little tired, "is get out of class over?"

"Hmm." Fang Yingzhen unconsciously touched his lips back and forth with his fingernails, "What about you, on duty?"

"Yes, today is Monday, I plan to live in the hospital dormitory." Mom said.

"Don't eat instant noodles." Fang Yingzhen said.

The mother over there laughed: "Understood, the cafeteria for dinner."

Fang Yingzhen hummed.

"Son," my mother's breathing sound came out through the microphone, "Your homeroom teacher sent me the report card, I checked it out, and I'm not very satisfied."

"Hmm." Fang Yingzhen thought, mother's words were really euphemistic.

"Mom is not by your side, and your dad probably doesn't have time to supervise your studies. You have to be conscious." Mom said.

"I see." Fang Yingzhen said softly.

"Just knowing what's the use, you have to listen to it."

"I listened." Fang Yingzhen perfunctory.

Mom sighed, and was silent for a while and said, "Next week or next week, I'll come over to see you sometime."

Fang Yingzhen was stunned: "Really?"

"When did I ever lie to you?" Mom smiled, "By the way, do you wear the clothes I sent you? I'm afraid they will be too big for you."

"Appropriate," Fang Yingzhen leaned on the railing and looked at the sky outside, "Can your son not grow up for the rest of his life?"

"You are poor, do it, wash up and go to bed, you have to get up early." Mom urged.

"Good night, Mom." Fang Yingzhen said into the phone.

Just after hanging up the phone, Lin Chao brushed his teeth and came out, seeing Fang Yingzhen's fingers still resting on his mouth: "Oh, can't you get rid of the bad habit of biting your nails? How many times have I reminded you!"

"Who bit it?" Fang Yingzhen was sprayed all over the face by Lin Chao's toothpaste foam.

"You," Lin Chao grabbed his hand, "look at the pitted hands that were bitten."

"Why are you like my mother?" Fang Yingzhen laughed.

"Let's not take this as an example." Lin Chao pointed at him, brushed his teeth and went in again.

18

Jiang Gan knocked on the office door, Zhang Yang looked up from the table and saw him, beckoning: "Jiang Gan, come here."

"About your English score in this midterm exam," Zhang Yang flipped through the stack of answer sheets at hand, found one of them, and pushed it in front of him, "I've read it, and you did well in the previous listening and reading gestalts. ,but--"

Zhang Yang turned the answer sheet over, revealing a large blank space on the back: "Can you tell me why the composition is not written?"

"You did write the practical essay..." Zhang Yang looked at it, "I deducted a point, why didn't you write the big essay later?"

"It's 25 points, so give it away for nothing?" Zhang Yang glanced at Jiang Gan's face again.

Jiang Gan didn't even raise his eyes to look at the paper, he stared at a lump on Zhang Yang's desk for a while and said, "I don't want to write."

"Why don't you want to write?" Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows.

"No why."

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, and read the composition topic again.

A very simple subject matter, writing about maternal love, is simply a bonus question for a talented student like Jiang Gan.

She couldn't understand why some students would rather leave the paper blank than write anything on it.

"If you add these 25 points, you can't only rank eighth in the grade." Zhang Yang felt a little regretful.

"Thank you teacher." Jiang Gan said.

"Okay," Zhang Yang shook his head and laughed, "I've never seen you like this."

A week passed quickly, and it was Saturday again in a blink of an eye.

Lin Chao booked a private room at KTV for a birthday party and invited a large group of people from his class.Fang Yingzhen didn't particularly want to go, especially since he couldn't fully name most of the class.

But since Lin Chao hugged him in the dormitory the night before and cried that he was one of the most important people in his life and insisted that he come, Fang Yingzhen still decided to go.

The birthday party started at two o'clock in the afternoon, and Fang Yingzhen slept until noon.

After getting up, taking a shower and eating something casually, Fang Yingzhen decided to go out.This week Fang Fuying was not at home, nor was Mrs. Jiang here, so he was at ease by himself.

good mood.

There was no one in the subway, so Fang Yingzhen sat alone in a row of seats, looked at the opposite window glass in the mirror, and smoothed out a bunch of hair on his head.

Nothing to do, started biting hands again.

Biting hands is a bad habit that Fang Yingzhen has developed since childhood.Bite when you are nervous, and bite when you are free.

Although his mother told him many times, Fang Yingzhen never changed.

Biting his hands is a kind of spiritual sustenance for him, and no one understands it.

Fang Yingzhen bit his fingertips and suddenly his fingertips hurt. He looked down and saw blood coming from the bite.

"..."

Jiang Gan mixed some meat sauce and put it in the small basin of the glass jar.Fadou poked his head out of the shell and looked at him first.

"Hibernate after eating." Jiang Gan said.

Fadou lazily crawled over and smelled the contents of the basin.

Jiang Gan didn't care about it, took the bluetooth speaker on the coffee table to play music, and started the weekly housework time.

The house his uncle rented for him was not big, with three bedrooms and one living room. The living room and the open kitchen were connected together, so it was very convenient to clean.

After cleaning, Jiang Gan took off the dust mask, went to the balcony to collect the clothes that were hung up last night, sat cross-legged on the sofa and began to fold them.

Wash the dishes after folding the clothes, and review homework after washing the dishes.

Jiang Gan likes this kind of life where everything is planned, and his mood is also happy.

As a result, when he was about to wash the dishes, he found that the detergent was almost used up, and Jiang Gan's mood was not so happy again.

After washing the dishes, Jiang Gan decided to go out first.

There is no paper or anything in the pocket.

Fang Yingzhen left his fingers to dry like this, planning to go to the supermarket to buy some band-aids to wrap them up later.

When I got off the subway, there happened to be a Walmart next to me.

Fang Yingzhen looked around inside but couldn't find a Band-Aid, just wanted to ask a staff member, when he turned his head and saw Jiang Gan, who was carrying two large bottles of dishwashing liquid, standing on the opposite shelf picking something.

"..."

How can I always come across it.

Just as Fang Yingzhen was about to run away, Jiang Gan raised his head and looked over.

It seemed unreasonable not to say hello, Fang Yingzhen gave him a dry smile: "What a coincidence."

Jiang Gan didn't seem to want to say hello, which was expected by Fang Yingzhen.

Fang Yingzhen was about to dodge, but there was some commotion behind him, and suddenly a woman screamed: "Catch the thief——"

He was startled, but before he could react, a figure slammed into his shoulder hard.

Fang Yingzhen only felt numbness in his shoulder bones, and he hit the shelf and fell to the ground, and the snacks fell in disorder.

When he recovered, he heard someone call his name: "Fang Yingzhen."

He looked up, it was Jiang Gan.

"Your hand." Jiang Gan walked over.

Only then did Fang Yingzhen feel the severe pain dully, and when he turned his head to look, he was scratched at some point on the back of his left hand. It looked quite deep, and blood was oozing out.

"That thief was holding a knife in his hand, and he must have accidentally scratched it," Jiang Gan said.

Fang Yingzhen frowned and said nothing.

Jiang Gan stretched out his hand and pulled him up from the ground.

Under the guidance of the staff, Fang Yingzhen took a box of Band-Aids, and went to the exit to check out with Jiang Gan.

"Band-aids are useless, they need to be disinfected." Jiang Gan turned to look at him.

"I know." Fang Yingzhen was a little impatient.

"My house has gauze and disinfectant," Jiang Gan said again, "my house is nearby."

Fang Yingzhen was annoyed by the inexplicable and undeserved injury at the moment, so he didn't refuse much, and went home with Jiang Gan with the paid Band-Aid.

Jiang Gan lived in a community very close to Wal-Mart, but the security system was a bit tight. Fang Yingzhen was stopped by a security guard at the door when he followed him and was about to enter.

The security guard looked at Jiang Gan with a straight face.

"This is my classmate." Jiang Gan said.

"Register." The security guard handed him the book.

Fang Yingzhen sighed, grabbed the pen and wrote his name crookedly.

"I'm sorry," Jiang Gan opened the door with the key, "Our security downstairs is a little strict."

"It's okay." Fang Yingzhen said, a little surprised that Jiang Gan could say polite words.

Jiang Gan's home is very clean, and the home decoration is in a cool color scheme, which is very similar to Jiang Gan's own style.

"You live alone?" Fang Yingzhen asked while changing shoes.

"En." Jiang Gan bent down and took out a medicine box from under the coffee table, put it on the sofa and opened it.

Fang Yingzhen thought for a while and sat on another sofa.

Jiang Gan looked at him.

"Huh?" Fang Yingzhen was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Gan was silent for a while, then said, "Stretch out your hand."

"Oh." Fang Yingzhen pulled up the cuffs of his coat a little bit, exposing the full back of his hands.

Jiang Gan took the cotton swab and rolled it back and forth on the skin of the back of his hand twice before pulling a piece of gauze to wrap it around him.

"You still keep this." Fang Yingzhen turned his head and saw a glass tank next to it, a small dark green turtle was lying on the gentle slope inside, basking in the sun.

"It's called Fadou," Jiang Gan asked casually as he lowered his head and wrapped gauze around his hand, "Are you biting your nails?"

"..." Fang Yingzhen looked at him, "What?"

"It's ugly." Jiang Gan stared at his hand and commented seriously.

"..."

Fang Yingzhen angrily withdrew his hand from Jiang Gan's.

Jiang Gan healed his wound, got up and went to the toilet, and came out after a while with a dark blue toothbrush in his hand.

He sat cross-legged on the sofa, reached out and took the turtle out of the glass jar.

"What are you... doing?" Fang Yingzhen asked.

"Brush the tortoise." Jiang Gan said expressionlessly.

Then he began to brush the tortoise shell rhythmically like teeth.

Fang Yingzhen had never raised tortoises before, and it was quite interesting to see someone brushing tortoises like this for the first time.

Jiang Gan glanced up at Fang Yingzhen in the gap between the tortoises: "Are you still leaving?"

"..." Fang Yingzhen was shocked by the hardcore eviction order, and quickly got up from the sofa, "Let's go."

He glanced at his watch, it was 02:30 until now.

The blood from the bitten finger had already stopped.

and so.

......

Buy a fart Band-Aid.

19

When Fang Yingzhen arrived at the KTV, Lin Chao was playing with his mobile phone at the door of the box.

"Super." Fang Yingzhen called him.

Lin Chao raised his head, and was about to curse, when he saw his hand, he shouted again: "What's wrong with your hand!"

"Accidentally scratched, unlucky." Fang Yingzhen said.

"Is it serious?" Lin Chao asked.

"It's not particularly serious." Fang Yingzhen raised his hand and looked at it, and it was indeed not very serious.

Jiang Gan's poor technique of bandaging made his hands look serious.

"I said," Lin Chao clicked his tongue, "You love me so much, you must come."

"Wait for me?" Fang Yingzhen smiled.

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Lin Chao grabbed his shoulders and led him into the box.

A lot of people came, and Shen swore that Yao Yuan was also there. Just as Fang Yingzhen wanted to sit down, he heard Fu Xiaoxiao, who was sitting on the side, jokingly said: "Fang Yingzhen, you are late, you have to punish yourself with three cups!"

Fang Yingzhen smiled at her: "I don't know how to drink."

"Really, Fang has a bad drinking capacity, so don't bully him," Lin Chao shook his head, "If you want to bully, bully me."

"Fuck you!" Fu Xiaoxiao pushed him.

"Why did you come here?" Shen Yan grabbed Fang Yingzhen's hand as soon as he sat down, "Are you injured?"

"No way! What's going on?" Yao Yuan also asked.

Fang Yingzhen sighed, and withdrew his hand: "It's really okay, it's just wrapped up a little scary, in fact, it's just a scratch on the back of the hand."

"It's fine," Yao Yuan patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Let me tell you, this bastard Chao is going to do something big today."

"What are you doing?" Fang Yingzhen looked at him, then turned to look at Shen Yan, both of them had the same unfathomable smile.

"Fuck, am I too late?" Fang Yingzhen reached for a drink from the coffee table.

"Let me tell you," Shen vowed, raising his hand, "Chao will get himself drunk tonight, and then confess his love to Fu Xiaoxiao!"

"Is my date real or fake?" Fang Yingzhen almost spit out his drink after taking a sip.

"Really," Shen Yan glanced at Fu Xiaoxiao, "otherwise why would he invite someone to celebrate his birthday?"

Fang Yingzhen was a little unhappy when he was shocked: "No, then why haven't you heard of him mentioning Xiaoxiao before? Did you all know about it and hide it from me?"

"No way," Yao Yuan clicked his tongue, "We only found out today, didn't you watch the group?"

Fang Yingzhen took out his phone and clicked on their "Male High School Student//Passion//Night/Chat [爱心]