Dead zone

Going to find a 24-hour KFC to recharge first.

As soon as he got up, he was pushed hard from behind, and he almost fell face down on the ground without being pushed.

The smoke also fell to the ground.

"Fuck..." Fang Yingzhen was about to swear, but turned his head and froze, "Jiang Gan?"

Jiang Gan didn't wear a wig at the moment, but was still wearing the white down jacket he had seen in the afternoon. He raised his face and gave Fang Yingzhen a complicated look.

"You push me..."

Halfway through the question, Fang Yingzhen saw someone coming behind him, and immediately understood that Jiang Gan didn't push him on purpose, someone pushed Jiang Gan, and Jiang Gan bumped into him.

Logical and reasonable, established.

Fang Yingzhen narrowed his eyes and looked at the two people who came over, one tall and one thin.

The tall one stood with arms crossed, while the other skinny one rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards Jiang Gan.

"Be careful!" Fang Yingzhen couldn't help shouting.

Jiang Gan moved away flexibly, stretched out his leg and hooked the thin man's knee, the thin man was tripped half kneeling on the ground, cursed and waved his hand towards Jiang Gan's face, Jiang Gan grabbed his hand and folded backwards to the back.

Fang Yingzhen only heard the man's scream.

"Awesome." He couldn't help shouting again.

Jiang Gan twisted the thin man until he couldn't move, raised his head and gave him a blank expression.

"Brother Qiu!" The thin man couldn't move, so he could only shout.

"Here." The tall man lazily raised his hand and looked at Jiang Gan with a smile.

"Fuck, don't you fucking let go?" Bei Hai yelled, tilting his head.

Jiang Gan ignored him and increased his strength, causing Bei Hai to cry out in pain again.

"Hey, it's almost done." Qiu Zhen quickly jumped over in two or three steps, and patted Jiang Gan's arm, "My buddy, I won't blame you if you are joking, if you really let him do something, I will settle accounts with you."

Fang Yingzhen sized up the tall man who was talking, and smiled on the surface, giving people a very powerful feeling.

I don't know how Jiang Gan provoked such a person.

However, Jiang Gan's robot attributes have no habit of judging whether the opponent is strong or not.He glanced coldly at the man with a smirk, and was so provocative that even Fang Yingzhen wanted to hit him: "Why do I want him to be hospitalized?"

Smile on the skin but not on the flesh, this time I don't even smile on the skin.

He patted Jiang Gan, straightened up and glanced at Fang Yingzhen: "This is your friend?"

"I don't know." Jiang Gan didn't even look at Fang Yingzhen.

Qiu Zhen looked at Fang Yingzhen's astonished expression for a moment and smiled, and said to Jiang Gan: "You are very righteous."

"I don't like entanglement, I made it clear last time," Jiang Gan's voice sounded firm, "Why don't you have a long memory?"

Qiu Zhen shook his head, and suddenly reached out to touch Jiang Gan's face: "I didn't expect you to be such a shameless person."

Jiang Gan didn't dodge his hand, his face changed completely after being touched, he kicked Beihai away suddenly, and rushed towards him.

"Hey Jiang Gan!" Fang Yingzhen yelled, before Jiang Gan threw the tall man to the ground and threw his hand on his face.

Qiu Zhen also reacted quickly, dodging his fist, bent his knees and slammed into Jiang Gan's leg.

Jiang Gan was thrown to the ground by him, temporarily losing the wind.

"Brother Qiu!" The liberated Bei Hai ran over to help.

"Fuck, it's not fair to fight one!" Fang Yingzhen couldn't help shouting again.

No one cares about him.

"..."

Fang Yingzhen swallowed nervously, his mind was spinning rapidly, what should be done to get Jiang Gan out of trouble.

Go up and help?

let's go?

Up?

let's go!

Fang Yingzhen closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, rushed over with clenched fists, pulled the schoolbag off his back, and threw it at the back of the thin man squatting there pressing Jiang Gan's shoulders.

The thin man turned his head in a daze: "You just threw me?"

"Yes." Fang Yingzhen was stared into a cold sweat, and turned his head coolly, "Get lost."

The thin man let go of Jiang Gan and rushed towards him.

"I □□ don't want to fight with you..." Fang Yingzhen refused, and punched the thin man on the forehead, "Fight."

Over there Jiang Gan and the tall man fought to the death, Fang Yingzhen dodged the thin man's punches and kicks, and slammed into the BDP door, "Don't your security guards fucking care about beating people! Come on and take care of it, okay?" "

Amid Fang Yingzhen's unremitting shouting, the security guards who hid inside for fear of the cold ran out one by one, and finally pulled Jiang Gan and the tall man away.

Both Jiang Gan and those two were fined. After a while, several people ran out and surrounded Jiang Gan.

"What's going on, why did you start fighting?" Xinyi frowned, and looked over at Qiu Zhen, Xiao Fei was talking about something with a smile on his shoulder.

"Fuck, Qiu Zhen's aggressiveness is really shameless, sexual harassment is justified." Xue Chang cursed.

"I won't go tonight." Jiang Gan said.

"Okay," Xue Chang clicked his tongue, "Why do you go like this, I will accompany you to the hospital for an examination."

"I'll go too," said the green bull.

"Then I'll go too." Liu Rang said.

"You guys don't make any trouble," Xinyi sighed, "Jiang Gan, let me go with you."

"No, I'm fine." Jiang Gan breathed a sigh of relief, patted the dust off his body, "I'm going home."

"You really don't need to go to the hospital?" Xin Yi pointed at his face seriously, "It's all disfigured."

Jiang Gan shook his head, zipped his down jacket and walked out from among them.

Fang Yingzhen has been standing at the very edge, holding his schoolbag away from the crowd, watching Jiang Gan slowly walking towards him.

Jiang Gan's hair was a bit disheveled, his left cheek was cut, and the white down jacket on his body was also dirty, looking in a mess.

Even in a state of embarrassment, the expression on his face was still indifferent, without any other emotions.

Jiang Gan turned his head and glanced at Qiu Zhen who was talking to someone over there. The latter felt the attention and raised his eyes to look over.

There was no kindness in their eyes.

After withdrawing his gaze, Jiang Gan looked at Fang Yingzhen.

"Just now," Jiang Gan said, "thank you."

"It's nothing..." Fang Yingzhen waved his hand indiscriminately.

"Let's go." Jiang Gan said again.

Fang Yingzhen was stunned: "Where are you going?"

Jiang Gan didn't speak, and walked forward alone.

Fang Yingzhen stood there for a few seconds, and hurriedly followed.

28

[Xiao Fei]: Echo, this matter is really troublesome now. Brother Qiu is definitely not easy to offend. He can't just let you go like this. You see, I usually treat you well. Can you voluntarily resign from BDP?The main reason is that I told you, why don't you come here during this time, why don't you just listen...

Jiang Gan turned off the screen of his phone, and Xiao Fei followed every sentence with an ah. He only read half of the long essay, and he was not interested in reading any more.

The number in front of the elevator door jumps to "1", and the elevator door opens.

Jiang Gan walked in, and after a few seconds turned his head to look at the person standing outside the door in a daze: "Aren't you coming in?"

Fang Yingzhen came back to his senses, and followed him in, dragging the strap of his schoolbag.

The two stood at each corner of the small space without making a sound.Fang Yingzhen was not as uncomfortable as before, after all, he was so dumb all the way here just now.

Jiang Gan doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't seem to like to listen to others.So when he was with Jiang Gan, he didn't have to deliberately find topics to talk about. On this point, he was quite satisfied with Jiang Gan.

"Here we are." Jiang Gan said.

Fang Yingzhen let out an ah, and looked up at the elevator screen. The number on it was "12".

Yeah that's right.

He remembered that the last time he cut his hand and came to Jiang Gan's house was also "12".

Jiang Gan took out the key from his pocket and opened the door, then reached out and patted the wall next to the door, and the dark room immediately brightened.

"You don't need to change your shoes," he said to Fang Yingzhen who was about to bend over, his voice was a little muffled, "I will clean it again tomorrow."

Fang Yingzhen said yes, put his schoolbag on the ground, and followed him into the living room.

"Raise your hands, bend down, and move your legs." Jiang Gan turned to look at him and said.

"What?" Fang Yingzhen thought he heard it wrong.

"Look for any injuries on your body." Jiang Gan explained.

"Oh... definitely not." Fang Yingzhen was sure, "The two of them didn't touch me, really."

After a few seconds, he looked at Jiang Gan and couldn't help it: "So why did those two trouble you?"

Jiang Gan looked back at him indifferently.

Fang Yingzhen hesitated for a second, nodded: "Okay, I won't ask."

It doesn't matter to me anyway.

Jiang Gan threw the pillow on the sofa to another single sofa, took off his coat and sat down, and said, "Then you go."

"What...what?" Fang Yingzhen once again thought he had heard wrong.

"Aren't you leaving?" Jiang Gan raised his eyes, "Aren't you going home?"

"..."

You should have gotten used to this kind of hardcore eviction order long ago.

Fang Yingzhen sighed, took out the charger from his pocket and shook it at him: "Is it convenient for me to charge it at your home first?"

Jiang Gan glanced at him and pointed to the socket under the coffee table.

Fang Yingzhen plugged in the phone, intending to leave when it was half charged, but when he looked up, he saw Jiang Ganzheng frowning and touching his left cheek with his finger.

There was a small gash on Jiang Gan's left cheek, whether it was scratched by the man with his hands or scratched on the ground, it didn't look deep, but it might leave a scar.

Fang Yingzhen took the initiative: "Let me disinfect it for you."

Jiang Gan looked at him, as if he didn't understand.

"Your face," Fang Yingzhen pointed, "don't you need it?"

"I can do it myself." Jiang Gan said and took the medicine box from under the coffee table.

Fang Yingzhen touched his pocket and found that the box of Band-Aids he bought last week was still lying in it.He watched Jiang Gan finish wiping the disinfectant on his face a little awkwardly, and then stared at the cotton cloth strips and gauze in the medicine box to make a choice.

"I have a Band-Aid here." Fang Yingzhen took out the box and dropped a card on the coffee table.

Jiang Gan picked it up, and it was a book card. The one-inch photo on the card was a bit blurry, but he could still tell that it was a boy with a swollen and flat face and a serious expression.There is a line of name written next to it: Fang Yingzhen.

"This you?" Jiang Gan handed over the card.

Fang Yingzhen was lowering his head and concentrating on unpacking the Band-Aid box, and asked casually, "What?"

"Have you had plastic surgery?" Jiang Gan asked.

Fang Yingzhen raised his head sharply, then snatched the card and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Is this really you?" Jiang Gan was really curious, and usually he didn't ask so many questions.

Fang Yingzhen ignored his question, and pointed to his medicine box: "You don't mean to put such a big piece of gauze on your face, do you?"

"There was also a Band-Aid in the box." Jiang Gan lowered his eyes and put the disinfectant into it, and closed the medicine box. "It's used up."

Fang Yingzhen took a band-aid and squatted beside Jiang Gan.

"Myself......"

"Okay, it's not a big deal." Fang Yingzhen pressed his hand, and with the other hand, he took the torn Band-Aid and pasted it on his face.

"All right."

Fang Yingzhen didn't forget to take a picture of Jiang Gan's place where the Band-Aid was pasted after putting it on.

Jiang Gan: "..."

Oh, the skin is really good.

Fang Yingzhen thought about it, and then he heard Jiang Gan say, "You did it on purpose."

"What am I doing on purpose?" Fang Yingzhen squeezed out a sincere smile.

"Because I just said you had plastic surgery." Jiang Gan was also very sincere.

"..."

"It's snowing." Jiang Gan said suddenly.

Fang Yingzhen followed his gaze to the balcony, and sure enough, little snow was slowly drifting outside.

Jiang Gan lives on the twelfth floor, and the balcony has a good view.

Looking down from here, you can see countless small snowflakes swirling in every inch of the community.

Lawns, fountains, swings, and lonely benches by the street lamps.

The first snow since winter.

It was quite late.

The heating in the room was a little hot, so Fang Yingzhen took off his coat and put it on the sofa.

The mobile phone is half charged, and Lin Chao hasn't replied to the message Fang Yingzhen sent to Lin Chao 10 minutes ago.

Gee.

He secretly glanced at Jiang Gan who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa brushing turtles, then lowered his head and continued to send messages to Lin Chao.

[You fall]: Are you there? Are you there?

After a few seconds, Lin Chao probably realized his conscience, and finally replied the message.

[Super]: Here you are, I was forced by my mother to perform talents, what do you say?

[You fall]: Don't tell me you haven't come home yet

[Super]: Yes, yes, you discovered all of this, I guess, I won’t be able to go back at [-] or [-] o’clock tonight, my mother and that aunt chatted so vigorously, it’s annoying to death... ..what's the matter with you

[You fall]: OK, you are busy, it's okay, I miss you

[Super]: what?

Fang Yingzhen closed the chat box with a look of lovelessness, and got up from the sofa.

Jiang Gan put the cleaned French bucket back into the glass tank and asked, "Is the battery fully charged?"

"Ah," Fang Yingzhen nodded, "I'll go first, don't bother..."

"Nowhere to sleep?" Jiang Gan interrupted him.

Fang Yingzhen was stunned for a second: "How do you know?"

"Guess." Jiang Gan stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

Fang Yingzhen stood alone in the living room, not knowing whether to sit or stand, a little at a loss.

After a while, Jiang Gan came out holding the quilt.

Fang Yingzhen was a little moved: "You don't have to sleep on the sand for me..."

"You sleep on the sofa." Jiang Gan threw the quilt on the sofa.

"..." Fang Yingzhen blinked his eyelids, "Oh."

Jiang Gan went to the porch again to get him a pair of slippers, looked at him and said, "If you're taking a bath, turn right over there, and the first door to enter is the bathroom."

"I just took a shower this afternoon." Fang Yingzhen chuckled.

"The second door is my room." Jiang Gan added.

Fang Yingzhen looked at his expressionless face, and knowingly put away his smile: "Oh."

Jiang Gan didn't speak anymore, and continued to sit on the sofa, took out a stack of things and a pen from under the coffee table, and started writing.

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

"Do your homework." Jiang Gan looked up, "Don't you do your homework?"

"..." I didn't expect this question.

Fang Yingzhen nodded, went to the entrance to pick up his schoolbag, took out his homework, and started writing on the coffee table like Jiang Gan.

Jiang Gan wrote the math paper that was assigned this weekend, so Fang Yingzhen also wrote the math paper, thinking that he might be able to copy it later if he begged later.

As a result, before he finished writing the first side, everyone turned over and started writing the back side.

Fang Yingzhen scratched the tip of his nose, sighed, bit his finger and continued to read the third multiple-choice question.

Known P={x|-1
A(-1,2)B(0,1)C(-1,0)D(1,2)

Which one of this ∪ and ∩ is a union.

Fang Yingzhen stared at the topic and frowned slightly, reached out and touched his schoolbag, as if he did not bring a math book, please Google it...

"Didn't you listen to class?" Jiang Gan's voice suddenly rang above his head.

Fang Yingzhen looked up and saw his gaze fell on his test paper.

"No?" Jiang Gan looked confused.

Fang Yingzhen looked at his expression and suddenly wanted to die a little.

"This," Jiang Gan tapped his test paper with the tip of his pen, "is the union, and the intersection is the opposite of it."

"Oh." Fang Yingzhen said, randomly took a pen and began to place the coordinate axis of the draft drawing in the blank space next to the test paper.

Jiang Gan didn't read his paper any more, and went on writing his own.

After Fang Yingzhen calculated the answer, he felt strongly embarrassed.

In the past, no matter what Fang Fuying said about his poor grades, Fang Yingzhen was never embarrassed or ashamed except for being a little angry.

For the first time today I feel ashamed of being a scumbag.

strange.

Probably such a thing as self-esteem can only be awakened in front of peers, and excellent peers.

its not right.

Then he has never felt ashamed in front of Shen oath.

Oh because Shen vowed not to laugh at him and actively copied his homework.

Not right either.

Jiang Gan didn't laugh at him either.

Fang Yingzhen frowned, put aside those messy thoughts in his mind, and continued to write the question.

After Jiang Gan finished writing the last big question, he covered his pen and began to undress.

Fang Yingzhen looked up in astonishment: "..."

Halfway through taking it off, Jiang Gan remembered that there was Fang Yingzhen here, so he put the sweater back on again.

"..."

Although Jiang Gan moved very quickly, Fang Yingzhen accidentally saw the long scar on Jiang Gan's wrist that was exposed after retracting his sleeves, extending to the palm.

This is the second time he has seen this scar.

Jiang Gan probably sensed Fang Yingzhen's gaze, and calmly pulled down his cuffs to cover his wrists.

Fang Yingzhen quickly lowered his head and pretended to read the question.

Jiang Gan was silent for a while and said: "I'm going to wash up, and the new toothbrush and towel can be taken from the cabinet under the sink."

"Oh," Fang Yingzhen nodded, "I don't need a towel, I just wash my face casually."

Jiang Gan didn't speak, got up and went to the bathroom.

After turning on the light, he stared at himself in the mirror, and reached out to touch the Band-Aid on his left cheek.

I didn’t notice it just now, but now I take a closer look at the band-aid, which is actually pink, with a picture of a bear, and a string of English letters on the side: FuckYou.

"..."

What a fool.

Jiang Gan sighed and covered his face with a hot towel.

After washing up, he ignored Fang Yingzhen, turned off the corridor light and went back to the house.

After fighting with Qiu Zhen, although he didn't hurt anywhere, his whole body was sore and tired.

Jiang Gan's eyelids became heavy within a few seconds of touching the pillow, and he was still sighing before falling asleep, if only he could have such a solid sleep quality every night in the future.

Then he is quite willing to beat Qiu Zhen every day.

......

After sleeping until midnight, Jiang Gan was woken up.

He faintly heard a goose-like sound, which was strange, Jiang Gan frowned and opened his eyes, and sat on the bed for a while, judging that the sound came from outside the door.

He thought for a few seconds, got up and got out of bed, and opened the door.

The voice became clearer, coming from the living room.

In order not to disturb Fang Yingzhen, Jiang Gan turned back to the room, took a flashlight, turned it on, and went to the living room.

"belch."

The sound continued.

Jiang Gan followed the sound all the way, and finally found that the sound came from Fang Yingzhen.

"..."

"Aren't you sleeping yet?" Jiang Gan asked.

No one answered.

He quickly scanned Fang Yingzhen's head with a flashlight, and found that the man's eyes were closed and he was sleeping.

"belch."

Jiang Gan put away the flashlight and squatted down beside the sofa.

Fang Yingzhen slept soundly, wrapped in a quilt like a cocoon.

Hiccups all the time, chest heaving.

Jiang Gan stared at him for a while, sighed, and turned to the window.It's still snowing, it seems like it's getting heavy.

Suddenly someone choked up.

Jiang Gan withdrew his gaze, and turned his head to look at Fang Yingzhen in surprise.

A ray of moonlight was split in two by the curtains and fell on his forehead between the brows.Fang Yingzhen kept his eyes closed, his eyebrows furrowed in displeasure.

He stopped hiccupping and began to sob softly.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Jiang Gan saw something flowing out of the corner of Fang Yingzhen's eyes.

He froze for a moment, then stretched out his hand after a while, and touched it lightly.

It's hot, it's...tears.

"Why are you crying?" Jiang Gan asked.

Fang Yingzhen huddled tightly in the quilt, trembling slightly, and made some slight nasal sounds at the same time.

She smiles when she's awake, but cries when she's asleep.

Jiang Gan felt very strange.

After being at a loss for a while, he took out a few pieces of paper and helped the strange person wipe away his tears.

The author has something to say: Happy Valentine's Day! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

29

Fang Yingzhen had a dream, the dream was the night before the start of school in the second year of junior high school.

For some unknown reason, Fang Fuying quarreled with her mother, and the quarrel was so intense that the sky was dark.Fang Yingzhen was still young at that time, and what she was most afraid of was hearing her parents quarreling, because Fang Fuying and her mother not only quarreled, but they also started fighting, causing the whole family to fall into a mess.

Fang Yingzhen couldn't remember what kind of mood he was in the dream, he just remembered that he kept crying until his eyes swelled into big walnuts, but they were still arguing.

When school starts the next day, the school requires every student to take a photo of their ID.

The photographer came to the class and temporarily set up a simple background cloth. Fang Yingzhen sat in front of the cloth and stared at the dark lens.

"Smile," said the photographer.

Fang Yingzhen didn't smile, his eyes were red and swollen, and with a click, he was frozen in the picture.

It was only later that he found out that the ID photo he took that day was to be used until he graduated from high school. Whether it was a personal file or a book card, this photo was used on it.

......

Not only that, the ID photo after processing also comes with a compression function, which compresses Fang Yingzhen's small face to a point and five times wider, making it as ugly as possible.

Fang Yingzhen's ID photo is the unchanging laughing point of Lin Chao and Shen Yan, who didn't know it. Although Fang Yingzhen didn't think it was funny at all, he would laugh twice when he was laughed at.

I woke up with a stuffy nose and sore eyes.

Fang Yingzhen slowly opened his eyes... Then he saw Jiang Gan sitting opposite him, with a turtle lying on his shoulder.

One person and one turtle were all staring at him.

"I made porridge." Jiang Gan said.

"Ah," Fang Yingzhen nodded, opened his mouth and found that his voice was a little deeper, "Thank you."

Jiang Gan glanced at him, took the tortoise off his shoulders, put it in the tank, got up and went to the kitchen.

Fang Yingzhen got out of the quilt, and first went to the glass tank to have a look.

"Actually, I also like little goldfish." He said to himself, yawned, and dragged his slippers slowly to the bathroom.

When he was about to brush his teeth, he glanced at the mirror, and was almost frightened by his inhuman self in the mirror.

The eyes are swollen like something, day.

Is it too dry in the room?

Fang Yingzhen frowned, and after washing his face, he quickly swept it on Jiang Gan's sink, and finally picked up the domestic product at the far end, the light sod honey, and squeezed a small amount of it onto his face.

Coming out of the bathroom, Jiang Gan was sitting at the dining table drinking porridge, and Fang Yingzhen's bowl had already been filled.

Fang Yingzhen walked over with a little embarrassment, pulled out the chair and sat down.

Jiang Gan pushed the small plate with half a salted duck egg in front of him: "This is your half."

"Oh, thank you." Fang Yingzhen took it, picked up a little egg white with a spoon and put it in his mouth, it was delicate and lubricated, just right salty.

"Han Li's grandfather raised geese and salted eggs in the countryside." Jiang Gan explained.

"Excellent." Fang Yingzhen gave a thumbs up.

Jiang Gan smiled, took off the rubber band on his wrist and casually tied it into a ponytail. After finishing the tie, he found Fang Yingzhen biting his chopsticks and looking at him.

"Look at what?" Jiang Gan asked.

"Your hair has grown." Fang Yingzhen said.

"So?" Jiang Gan raised his eyebrows.

"...It's nothing." Fang Yingzhen lowered his head to drink the porridge, and couldn't help raising his head after two sips, and asked a question that he had never had a chance to ask, "So, why didn't Lao Wang force you to cut your hair?"

"Is it very important, this question to you?" Jiang Gan said.

"It's not very important." Fang Yingzhen thought for a while.

"Then what are you asking?" Jiang Gan looked at him.

"..." Fang Yingzhen took a bite of the egg yolk depressedly, "Oh."

After breakfast, Jiang Gan opened the curtains of the living room and went to the balcony outside to have a look.

"The snow has stopped," he turned his head and said to Fang Yingzhen, "the sun has come out."

A silent eviction order.

Fang Yingzhen thought, swallowed the last mouthful of porridge, got up and went to the coffee table to clean up his homework: "I won't bother you anymore, let's go."

"I didn't tell you to go." Jiang Gan looked at him.

"I know," Fang Yingzhen smiled, "Don't you have to go back to school in the afternoon, I'll go home to get clothes."

Jiang Gan didn't speak anymore, and came over to help him clean up the things on the coffee table.

Fang Yingzhen's test papers were piled up in a mess, and it was impossible to tell which ones were written and which ones were not.Jiang Gan sighed, worried that his homework would be mixed up with his, so he had an obsessive-compulsive disorder and sorted it out for him one by one.

However, there will be an inexplicable black graffiti on the seal of Fang Yingzhen's test paper, which is easy to identify.

"What is this?" Jiang Gan asked, pointing at the graffiti.

"My name." Fang Yingzhen said.

Jiang Gan didn't realize it was his name after looking at it for a long time.

Fang Yingzhen threw his schoolbag over his shoulder and smiled at him: "Thank you for taking me in."

"Then I said you're welcome?" Jiang Gan looked at him.

"You can say it." Fang Yingzhen patted him on the shoulder, and looked at his face again, "Well, it's almost better."

Jiang Gan didn't put on a Band-Aid today, but the wound is slowly scabbing over.

Fang Yingzhen put a whole box of Band-Aids in his hand, "I'll give it to you, stick to it for another two days, don't get infected."

Jiang Gan was a little helpless: "I can buy it myself."

"It's okay." Fang Yingzhen thought he was being polite.

"..." Jiang Gan nodded and accepted the Band-Aid.

Fang Yingzhen laughed again, and Jiang Gan smelled something very close, coming from the tip of his nose.

Today there is no peach, today is Dabao Sod honey.

After coming out of Jiang Gan's house, she was in such a good mood, and when she thought of Fang Fuying and wanted to go home, she quickly hid back.Fang Yingzhen grabbed the strap of his schoolbag and glanced at the sky, gave up the idea of ​​going home by subway at the subway station, turned around and got on a bus.

This is a long-line bus bound for the outskirts of the city, and the advertising screen on the roof is displaying an advertisement about Christmas.

Fang Yingzhen looked up for a while, then turned his gaze out of the window.

Next Tuesday is Christmas, time flies, and there are only a few days left in the year.

Fang Yingzhen got off the bus with one stop left before the terminal.

Yang, surgery, treatment, nourishment.

Fang Yingzhen stared at the big characters on the door of the apartment for a while, and suddenly someone in the small security booth at the door of the apartment opened the window and asked him: "To see someone?"

It's an old man.

Fang Yingzhen nodded: "Yes."

"Come and register." The old man said in a substandard Mandarin.

Fang Yingzhen walked over to register his name and mobile phone number, and entered the apartment.

In front of the apartment building is a large courtyard surrounded by various flowers and plants. The air is quite good. There are benches for people to rest every few meters.

Fang Yingzhen turned around and found Lao Fang in the small pavilion at the farthest corner.

Lao Fang lay on his rocking chair with his legs crossed, his eyes closed, his mouth opened and closed, and someone around him coaxed him to feed him apples.

"Aunt Liu." Fang Yingzhen walked over.

The woman whom he called was startled for a moment, then she put down the fruit plate and stood up, and said in surprise, "Yingzhen, why are you free today?"

Aunt Liu is the nanny hired by the family for Lao Fang. She will come to the nursing home to take care of Lao Fang's daily life on a regular basis. Fang Yingzhen is quite familiar with her.

"I miss Lao Fang, so let's take a look." Fang Yingzhen smiled.

"Then you feed him the apples. It happens that the old man still has a few dirty clothes piled up. I'll go wash them." Aunt Liu handed him the fruit plate and left with a smile.

Fang Yingzhen sat on the small stool next to Lao Fang, poked a piece of apple with a small toothpick on the plate, and fed it to Lao Fang's mouth: "Old Fang, open your mouth."

The old Fang who had closed his eyes suddenly opened them, and looked at him with a frown: "Xiao Fang?"

"It's me." Fang Yingzhen nodded with a smile, "Do you still recognize me?"

"Hello." Lao Fang shook hands with him seriously.

Fang Yingzhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and clicked his tongue: "Eat the apple."

"I'm full." Lao Fang rubbed his belly and waved his hand, "I can't eat, I can't eat."

"Okay." Fang Yingzhen put the fruit plate aside, propped his chin to look at Lao Fang.

The last time I saw Lao Fang was a month ago, and I haven't seen him in January. Lao Fang seems to have gained a little weight and his face has grown.

"Old Fang, have you gained weight?" Fang Yingzhen looked at him.

"Is that little bastard still beating you?" Lao Fang suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Little beast? Who?"

"It's that little bastard surnamed Ge! Stupid Ge!" Lao Fang patted the handle of the rocking chair bitterly, and continued to ask him, "Are you still hitting you?"

"It's Ge Cong, you forgot, it's the one who bullied you every day when you were in elementary school." Someone came over and reminded.

"Oh, I remember." Fang Yingzhen nodded, and then looked up at the person as if he had realized it. It was Lu Xuan.

"Grandpa," Lu Xuan knelt down and grabbed Lao Fang's hand, "How are you doing recently? I'll come and see you."

"Why are you here?" Fang Yingzhen looked at him.

"You can come, why can't I?" Lu Xuan asked back.

Fang Yingzhen didn't want to talk to him, so he turned his head away.

Lu Xuan took the fruit plate he put aside, and poked a piece of apple to Lao Fang: "Grandpa, eat some fruit."

Lao Fang snorted and turned his head away.

"What are you doing?" Lu Xuan smiled, "Fang Yingzhen, please coax him quickly."

Fang Yingzhen had no choice but to take the apple in his hand and hand it to Lao Fang's mouth: "Old Fang, eat it."

Lao Fang was really obedient and ate it obediently.

"Among us brothers and sisters, grandpa really likes you the most." Lu Xuan sighed with a smile.

Fang Yingzhen didn't speak, and continued to feed Lao Fang apples.

"I heard that you are running away from home." Lu Xuan randomly pulled out a dog's tail grass from outside the pavilion, and scratched it on the ground.

"None of your business." Fang Yingzhen said.

"Your father is very anxious." Lu Xuan said in a serious tone.

"It's true," Fang Yingzhen took out a clean tissue from his pocket, and wiped Lao Fang's mouth, "The voice of cursing people on the phone is full of air, intuitively, it gives me a feeling that I will die when I go home .”

Lu Xuan glanced at him and laughed out loud.

"Is it that funny?" Fang Yingzhen was upset.

"You're really naive." Lu Xuan looked at him and commented, "Really."

"You are not naive, you are sensible from birth, that's fine." Fang Yingzhen said.

"Go back, you really want all of uncle's property to fall into the hands of the mother and son." Lu Xuan clicked his tongue.

"He'll give it to them if he likes it, I don't mind it." Fang Yingzhen also fed himself an apple.

"Childish." Lu Xuan said.

"It has nothing to do with you if you die childish," Fang Yingzhen said, "Don't act like you met by chance, I know you are just a lobbyist for Fang Fuying."

Lu Xuan laughed again, making Fang Yingzhen baffled by the laugh: "You college students don't have to go to class, do you? I see you here and there all day long. College students are not special."

"Yeah, it's better than you." Lu Xuan said.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you." Fang Yingzhen began to squeeze Lao Fang's shoulders, "How is it here, is it comfortable?"

Lao Fang smiled at him, closed his eyes and continued to enjoy.

"Lao Fang has become less and less talkative in recent years, and sometimes he has learned to ignore people. I think he doesn't love me anymore." Fang Yingzhen sighed.

Lu Xuan glanced at him: "Alzheimer's patients are like this, they will become more and more silent, and in the later stage...communication will be more difficult."

Neither of them spoke again, and there was a long silence.

After a long time, Lu Xuan said: "Anyway, I'm on your side, I'm not on that new aunt."

Fang Yingzhen raised his eyes: "It's strange."

"What's so strange?" Lu Xuan raised his eyebrows.

"You will be on my side one day." Fang Yingzhen tutted.

"After all, we still have a little bit of the same blood in our bodies." Lu Xuan said, "Sometimes you have to bear with it. It's no good for you to fight with your father like this. The happiest and most successful are outsiders."

Fang Yingzhen thought for a while and said, "Actually, Zhang Jing is fine, not as bad as you said."

"Your brother, I was in society two years earlier than you, so my eyes must be better than yours." Lu Xuan clicked his tongue.

Fang Yingzhen started to think about it with his words, and halfway through the thought, old Fang tugged at his hand: "Is idiot Ge going to hit you or not?"

Fang Yingzhen had a sore nose.

"Did you bully you?" Lao Fang asked anxiously for the second time.

"No, no, no, no." Fang Yingzhen squatted down and put his hands on his knees, "Grandpa, don't worry, no one will bully you."