Dead zone

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"Don't think too much, I didn't want to be friends with you," Tong Li hurriedly said again, "It's because Lei Lei likes you... Anyway, you are in the favor of Lei Lei."

"Isn't it called Dandan?" Fang Yingzhen looked serious.

"...Okay, you can go now." Tong Li said.

Fang Yingzhen walked lightly out of the gate of the community. It was windy and gloomy today, and it was quite cold. The little thing was wearing a thick blue padded jacket. He was very happy and relaxed, and he didn't feel cold at all.

"You dad," Fang Yingzhen clicked his tongue, "it's pretty good for you, isn't it?"

Dainan ran briskly ahead, ignoring him.

Fang Yingzhen wrapped the rope around his arm a few times and walked to the supermarket.

Originally, the courier was delivered directly to the home, but Fang Fuying had read a news about a door-to-door robbery by pretending to deliver the courier, so he had to change the delivery address from his home to the supermarket opposite the community.

"Express delivery?" The owner of the supermarket sat at the front desk with his chin propped up to settle the accounts, and pointed out the door, "They are all piled up in order at the door, you can just look for them by the item number."

Fang Yingzhen went out of the supermarket again, squatting in front of a pile of express boxes looking for his own.

He whispered faintly, and circled around him, looking very bored.

"Don't make trouble, brother is looking for something." Fang Yingzhen touched its head indiscriminately, then stood up and shouted inside, "Boss, I didn't find it."

"Why not?" The boss ran out impatiently, "What's your product number?"

Fang Yingzhen reported his product number, and stood aside, waiting for the boss to find it for him.

After a while, the boss handed him a courier box: "You young man's eyes are not as good as mine."

Obviously you made the mess yourself.Fang Yingzhen thought about it and didn't care about him.

A little heavy, I don't know what it is.

He took a deep breath and tore off the package with a sense of ritual.

It's a shoe box, and inside it is a pair of Converse, navy blue in the 1970s.

Hmm... quite a surprise.

Fang Yingzhen smiled, mom has good eyesight, but mom doesn't remember, he always wears sneakers.

Fang Yingzhen closed the box and was about to leave: "We..."

As soon as he lowered his head, the other end of the rope came loose and disappeared faintly.

"Dan Dan?" Fang Yingzhen panicked, and called out again, "Dan Dan?"

"Who are you calling?" the boss asked from inside.

"My dog." Fang Yingzhen rushed in and looked at him, "Did you see it? Just now? Just squatting next to me..."

"No." The boss frowned, "Run away?"

Fang Yingzhen didn't bother to answer, and ran out to look for it again.

Outside the supermarket is a non-motorized lane, full of people coming and going, Fang Yingzhen ran back and forth along this road to find it several times, and kept calling faint names, making others look at him with crazy eyes.

The result is still not found.

Fang Yingzhen tore off the hat on his head, panted and sat down on the side of the road, the more he thought about it, the more he panicked.

Faintly lost by him.

Such a small dog hasn't even learned to cross the road... And Tongli, if he knew that the dog was lost by him, he would definitely hate him to death.

Fang Yingzhen tugged at his hair in pain, and was sweating all over. The wind was so cold that he was dying, and his hands were stiff and numb from being exposed to the cold air for a long time.

Just as Jiang Gan had stacked the bowls and put them in the cupboard, he heard someone knock on the door.He tore off his apron and opened the door. Han Li slid in like a fish, followed by a fashionable girl.

"That's what I told you, Lu Zhiqi," Han Li said, "Call Auntie."

"Get out," Lu Zhiqi slapped him, and extended his hand towards Jiang Gan with a smile, "Hello, I hope we can have a good cooperation today."

"Sorry, I don't like going out very much, please." Jiang Gan shook hands with her.

"It doesn't matter," Lu Zhiqi said graciously, "You did me a favour, so I should come to the door."

Han Li rolled onto the sofa, fished out the Fadou and put it in his hand to play with. He glanced at Lu Zhiqi and said, "You don't have to be polite with him. You are the one who pays the wages. Be more upright."

Lu Zhiqi ignored him, and put the two large tool boxes on the ground and opened them.

"My equipment is relatively complete, so I don't need to prepare much." She turned her head and smiled at Jiang Gan, "Let me give you a hand care first."

"Do you need so many things to make a nail?" Han Li clicked his tongue.

"You know what?" Lu Zhiqi pointed to the box on the left, "This one is for live broadcasting, and the other one is for nails."

"Hand care, what is it?" Jiang Gan asked.

Lu Zhiqi snapped his fingers and said, "There are a lot, such as hand masking, barb removal, edge grinding... Anyway, you can just sit down and leave it to me."

Jiang Qian hummed, and found that she was staring at him and smiling.

"Jiang Gan," before he could ask, Lu Zhiqi said, "On the way here, Han Li was bragging to me, saying that you are prettier than a girl. I didn't believe it at first, but seeing you now, you really are better than a girl." The girl is still pretty."

"Warning you not to play tricks on our little brother!" Han Li threw a pillow towards Lu Zhiqi.

"The Meteorological Bureau issued a severe cold wave warning. There will be moderate to heavy rain in this city tonight, and the rain will turn from light to moderate snow in some areas..."

I don't know if it's because of the bad weather, the TV signal is so poor that the weather forecast freezes the frame.

When Fang Yingzhen subconsciously wanted to continue listening to what was to be said later, the TV screen went black and was turned off.

Tong Li smashed the remote control on the coffee table, tears hung on his face, he was out of breath, and stood in front of the TV staring at Fang Yingzhen.

Fang Yingzhen tightened his palms and avoided his gaze.

"You did it on purpose! You did it!" Tong Li pointed at him and shouted again, "You threw Lei Lei away on purpose!"

"I do not have......"

Listening to Tong Li crying all night, Fang Yingzhen's mind was in a daze. Hearing this, he looked up at him, and said in a low voice, "I really didn't mean to..."

"You are!" Tong Li wiped his face fiercely, "Because you hated me, you threw away Lei Lei and wanted me to regret it! You want to take revenge on me! I know it all! Fang Yingzhen, you bastard! I will not forgive you ..."

Zhang Jing interrupted him: "Tong Li, stop talking."

Tong Li whimpered and turned around: "Mom...he lost Lei Lei...he is so bad, do you still speak for him?"

"A dog, if you lose it, you lose it," Zhang Jing said with an ugly face, "What do you look like crying like this, a boy?"

"I don't care!" Tong Li pushed all the things on the coffee table, "I don't care, I don't care! That's my dog! No one can throw it away without my consent!"

"Have you had enough trouble!" Zhang Jing grabbed Tong Li, "Apologize to my brother and pick up the things."

"I'm not going to apologize to him!" Tong Li shook off Zhang Jing's hand, gave Fang Yingzhen a vicious look, and ran upstairs without looking back.

After Zhang Jing recovered for a long time, she walked over slowly, picked up all the things on the ground and put them away again.

Fang Yingzhen stared at a certain place on the ground in a daze, and suddenly said: "I didn't mean it."

"I know." Zhang Jing said.

"What should I do?" Fang Yingzhen looked at her.

"The kid in Tongli... has a bit of a temper," Zhang Jing took out a tissue and handed it to him, "I'll talk about it later, it's okay, you don't have to worry about it."

"I'll go out and look for it again." Fang Yingzhen stood up.

"It's so late, where are you going to find it?" Zhang Jing also stood up, "I have asked for leave for you from your homeroom teacher, take a good rest tonight, I don't think you look very well."

"I'll go out and look for it." Fang Yingzhen insisted.

"You..." Just as Zhang Jing was about to stop him, the door was opened, and Fang Fuying walked in from the outside in a cold air.

"Why are you back?" Zhang Jing rushed up to meet him and took his suitcase.

"After the meeting, I bought a ticket in advance and flew back." Fang Fuying smiled, took off her jacket and handed it to her, looked up and saw Fang Yingzhen, "Why didn't you go to school?"

"He is not feeling well, I asked for leave for him." Zhang Jing said.

"Uncomfortable? What's wrong?" Fang Fuying walked over.

"It's nothing..." Fang Yingzhen dodged his hand in a daze, and walked out the door.

Fang Fuying called him from behind: "Fang Yingzhen, where are you going? It's so cold?"

"Fang Yingzhen!" Someone roared upstairs, which made Fang Fuying jump.

Holding something in his arms, Tong Li thumped down the stairs and walked up to him.

Fang Yingzhen looked down at him.

"You look after it." Tong Li took out something from his arms, which was Fang Yingzhen's tablet.

"Tongli, what are you doing?" Zhang Jing said sharply.

With a bang, Tong Li smashed the tablet to the ground, and the screen instantly shattered into countless pieces.

Fang Yingzhen narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "Have you relieved your anger?"

"Not yet! Just listen to me," Tong Nei stared at him expressionlessly, "I know you did it on purpose, no matter what you say, you did it on purpose, you are just like your mother, vicious, cunning and treacherous It's even worse..."

Before Fang Yingzhen could finish listening, he punched Tong Li in the face.

Zhang Jing exclaimed: "Tongli—"

Then Fang Fuying yelled at him: "Fang Yingzhen, what are you doing!"

No one cared what Tong Li said.

But Fang Yingzhen cares.

When Fang Fuying raised his hand, his mind was in a mess, besides anger, there was residual guilt. Before he could sort out these emotions, he was slapped heavily on the face.

This slap caused Fang Yingzhen's tinnitus to continue, and the world went black.

When his vision regained clarity, he only saw the dim yellow light from the voice-activated light in the corridor outside the door.

Fang Yingzhen has only one thought in his body and mind, which is to escape from this house far away.

He ran out desperately.

The live broadcast ended smoothly, and sales were good.

Satisfied, Lu Zhiqi began to pack up the equipment, and turned around to ask, "You're doing well, can my sister come to you next time?"

"Anything." Jiang Gan said.

"Hey, you're still so cold." Lu Zhiqi smiled, and threw a bottle of nail polish remover to him, "This is for you."

Han Li sat up straight on the sofa, with sleepy eyes: "Huh? Is it over?"

Lu Zhiqi squinted at him: "It's a good thing you don't snore, otherwise I would have to be in front of tens of thousands of fans, grab your hair and throw you out."

Han Li rubbed his head: "You are leaving, why don't you stay here for dinner?"

Jiang Gan glanced at him.

"I didn't mention your home, I said mine." Han Li clicked his tongue.

"Forget it," Lu Zhiqi quickly packed up the toolbox, and walked towards the door, "It is said that it will rain heavily tonight, so I don't have an umbrella, so I have to catch the subway early."

"Then I'll see you off." Han Li jumped up from the sofa and chased after him.

The door was slammed shut by him, Jiang Gan looked down at his ten fingers that were smeared black, sighed, picked up the bottle of nail polish remover on the coffee table and was about to wipe it off, when the phone suddenly rang.

"Hey."

"Hello? Is that Jiang Gan?"

Jiang Gan heard a voice: "Lin Chao?"

"Thank God it's really you, the number I asked for from Lao Wang..."

"what's up?"

"That's right," Lin Chao sighed, "Call Fang Yingzhen for me, and see if he can answer. I guess he can..."

"Tell me something." Jiang Gan said.

"Oh, what, he ran away from home. This time it might be a little serious. He didn't answer my calls."

Lin Chao continued, "Besides, it's Sunday, and he didn't come to study at night. I'm at school, so he can't go to my house to stay. This idiot must have run out without bringing anything. Wait If there is no place to go and no umbrella, I'm afraid he will freeze to death outside."

It was rare for Jiang Gan to patiently listen to his long series of words, and asked, "Why did he run away from home?"

"Why else, I got slapped by his father, and so did his father. He regretted it only after the beating, and called me when he couldn't find it." Lin Chao clicked his tongue.

"Why hit him?" Jiang Gan asked again.

"It seems to mean that he lost one of his brother's dogs, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing," Jiang Gan said, "Got it, I'll call him."

"Hey, okay, then tell me if you can't get through, I have to ask for leave and go out of school to look for it." Lin Chao said.

Jiang Gan hung up the phone, found Fang Yingzhen's number and called him.

After beeping for a while, the phone was hung up.

Jiang Gan continued to fight.

This time Fang Yingzhen didn't hang up, and let him listen to the beep for half a minute, until the phone automatically hung up.

Jiang Gan hit the third one.

The phone was finally picked up, and the other party's voice was low and impatient: "You are not finished."

"Fang Yingzhen," Jiang Gan stood up holding the phone, "where is it?"

"none of your business."

"Tell me," Jiang Gan said, "I'll go find you."

"I do not want."

"I'll go find you." Jiang Gan repeated, and he could vaguely hear the wind from the car passing by on the other side of the phone.

"......" Fang Yingzhen also repeated, "No."

Jiang Gan glanced out of the balcony, it was already raining.

"You're in the rain," Jiang Gan said, "tell me the address, and I'll pick you up."

There was a long silence over there, but he didn't hang up. Jiang Gan unexpectedly heard a choked sob that he couldn't restrain himself and ran out.

Fang Yingzhen quickly said the address and hung up the phone quickly.

Jiang Gan put on his coat, took the umbrella at the entrance, opened the door and went out.

I found Fang Yingzhen on a commercial street on the BDP side.

Across the road, Jiang Gan saw that Fang Yingzhen was wearing an ugly woolen hat, with two ear protectors and braid-like wool hanging down by his ears.

The rain suddenly started to fall heavily, and the raindrops fell rapidly, beating the road surface, blurring the sight of pedestrians.

Fang Yingzhen was wrapped in a large plastic raincoat, and stood opposite him pitifully looking at him.

Holding an umbrella, Jiang Gan walked towards him through the traffic and rain that were rendered dirty by the bright lights of the commercial street not far away in the night.

The embarrassment and embarrassment on Fang Yingzhen's face were clearly illuminated by the high beams of the vehicle.

Jiang Gan finally walked up to him and put the umbrella on top of his head.Fang Yingzhen's lips were as pale as paper, but his face was a little scary red.

Jiang Gan frowned, reached out and touched his forehead, it was wet and hot, and he had a fever.

"Go back with me first." Jiang Gan said.

But the loud rain drowned out his words.

Fang Yingzhen opened his mouth and whispered something, but Jiang Gan heard it.

"I didn't do it on purpose," Fang Yingzhen said dreamily, grabbing Jiang Gan's coat pocket like a straw, "I'm also very sad, and I want to find it too."

"I've been looking for it for a long time, but I still can't find it." Fang Yingzhen's eyes were slightly red, "It's really not my reason..."

Before finishing speaking, Fang Yingzhen suddenly fell into a warm embrace.

Together with the soaked raincoat, Jiang Gan took him into his arms.

40

Fang Yingzhen followed Jiang Gan to Jiang Gan's home for the third time.

When he entered the gate of the complex, the security guard took a flashlight to take pictures of him, and he looked confused as if he thought Jiang Gan had brought a homeless man back.

But it is indeed very similar.

Fang Yingzhen stood in the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror who was in a mess, with red eyes and wrapped in an ugly and dirty plastic raincoat.

The whole body smelled of rainwater.

The raincoat was bought temporarily at a convenience store after escaping. Fang Yingzhen has never treated himself badly, knowing that it will rain, he prepared the raincoat rationally.

However, after wandering aimlessly for so long at night, and started to have a fever, Fang Yingzhen felt weak all over, and even raised his arms sorely.

After standing in front of the mirror for a while, Fang Yingzhen slowly took off his raincoat and put in the hot water for bathing.

"Well, I found it," Jiang Gan said in a low voice, "but I have a fever."

"Ah, have a fever?" Lin Chao clicked his tongue, "I can guess, this person will only torture himself if he is wronged. He is as stupid as he is. Let me say a few words to him."

"I'm taking a shower." Jiang Gan said.

"Ah? Oh, oh...then don't forget to let him take the medicine, I'll hang up first, and I'm going to check the bed here." Lin Chao said.

Jiang Gan threw the mobile phone on the bed, turned around and opened the closet, took a clean pajamas, thought for a while, and took a sweater off the shelf.

Fang Yingzhen rinsed off the shampoo that flowed into his eyes, and heard someone knock on the door.He froze for a moment, turned down the water, and said, "Jiang Gan?"

Jiang Gan's voice sounded through a frosted door: "Put the towels and pajamas outside for you."

"Oh." Fang Yingzhen said, hearing the sound of closing the door, Jiang Gan went out again.

Fang Yingzhen let out a breath, leaned his head against the wall wearily, and let the water flow towards his body.The dense heat made him feel like he had landed on the ground, very solid, and he didn't have the urge to run away desperately.

After Fang Yingzhen took a shower, he opened the door a little, reached out to touch the towel, and after drying off, he went to touch the pajamas.

Judging from the size, it should be Jiang Gan's. Although Jiang Gan is much taller than him, the clothes should be okay, Fang Yingzhen thought, and found a new pair of underwear rolled up in the middle of the pajamas, the label was not removed.

"..."

This doesn't seem quite right.

Fang Yingzhen put on his clothes and went out, and saw a dark blue sweater in the place where the clothes were put.

Is it prepared for him?

Fang Yingzhen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt his nose sore, as if he had been forcibly poured a lot of vinegar.

He put on a sweater, brushed his hair and went out.

Jiang Gan was standing in the kitchen making something, when he heard the movement, he turned and glanced at him: "I'm making medicine."

"Here, mine?" Fang Yingzhen asked, and when he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was very hoarse.

Jiang Gan hummed, walked over with the cup, and handed it to him: "Drink it, the fever will go away."

"Is it bitter?" Fang Yingzhen asked in a low voice.

Jiang Gan avoided his pitiful gaze: "A little bit."

Fang Yingzhen frowned, but still drank the medicine.

"It's too bitter, why is it only a little bit?" He complained weakly, and got up to wash the cup, but Jiang Gan grabbed his wrist.

Fang Yingzhen's lowered eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at him puzzled.

"I'll just wash it." Jiang Gan explained as he let go of his wrist.

"Oh," Fang Yingzhen nodded, "Then what, Xueba, let me borrow your sofa to sleep..."

"Go to bed." Jiang Gan said.

"What?" Fang Yingzhen looked up at him.

"I'll sleep on this." Jiang Gan pointed to the sofa unnaturally.

Fang Yingzhen is a person who recognizes the bed, but Jiang Gan's bed is clean and comfortable, coupled with the fever, the whole person is groggy, and he feels drowsy when he lies on it.

Fang Yingzhen covered the quilt up to the bridge of his nose, covering most of his face, and smelled something very faint like the ocean.

It is the kind of deep sea, mild, and bottomless fragrance.

It should be the taste of Jiang Gan.

Fang Yingzhen opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. After a while, Jiang Gan walked in and turned off the light for him.

Fang Yingzhen stopped him: "Jiang Gan."

Jiang Gan stood by the door and looked at him.

Fang Yingzhen propped his arms restlessly and sat up again, looked at him, and said, "Thank you."

He still had a fever, and he spoke in a nasal voice, sounding a little milkier and much quieter than usual.

Jiang Gan didn't intend to respond, but his gaze inadvertently fell on the back of Fang Yingzhen's hand that was outside the quilt.

Some messy scratches, red and swollen.

"Who made it?" Jiang Gan sat down by the bed and stared at his hands.

Fang Yingzhen sighed, retracted his hands under the quilt, and said casually: "No one."

"Your brother." Jiang Gan said, looking at Fang Yingzhen's face involuntarily, wondering which side was beaten.

"No..." Fang Yingzhen shook his head indiscriminately, halfway through the shaking, suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand to grab Jiang Gan's wrist, and turned his fingers over to look, "When did you put on nail polish?"

"Why are you wearing nail polish?" Fang Yingzhen thought it was funny, "But to be honest, it looks pretty."

Jiang Gan's fingers were very thin, with well-defined joints, and his nails were well trimmed. The uniform dark black nail polish made his hands slender and fair.

It just looks expensive.

"I won't laugh at you." Fang Yingzhen said again.

"It's just work," Jiang Gan withdrew his hand from the heat, "I didn't have time to unload it."

"Oh." Fang Yingzhen nodded.

"Busy looking for you." Jiang Gan added the second half of the sentence.

"..." Fang Yingzhen's face became inexplicably hot, and under Jiang Gan's calm gaze, he gradually became flustered.

In a panic, Fang Yingzhen raised his eyes and met Jiang Gan's gaze.

"I......"

Jiang Gan didn't give him a chance to continue, and suddenly blocked his lips.

"..."

"Jiang..."

Fang Yingzhen wanted to push Jiang Gan's shoulder away, but he pressed it against the pillow with his backhand.

Jiang Gan used a lot of strength, with a bit of anger that made Fang Yingzhen at a loss, occupying his lips domineeringly and confidently.

"Jiang Gan... Jiang..."

Fang Yingzhen was breathless from the kiss, staring blankly at the bridge of his nose and eyelashes that were close at hand, and repeated his name half-interrupted and half-stubbornly.

Jiang Gan finally heard it, let go of him a little, panted slightly, and lowered his head to look at Fang Yingzhen's body.Fang Yingzhen was wearing his pajamas that didn't fit well, his shoulders were thin and narrow, and his bones were so hard that he was different from usual.

Jiang Gan's hand got in along the hem of Fang Yingzhen's sweater, touching his narrow and soft waist.

"Jiang Gan!" Fang Yingzhen blushed, and suddenly raised his voice and called him, "I'm going to be angry."

Fang Yingzhen glared at him fiercely.

Jiang Gan stared at his pretended indifference, suddenly stopped moving, and withdrew his hand.

41

Fang Yingzhen stared, watching Jiang Gan get up from him like an idiot, then turned off the light and walked out in silence.

"..."

Then the room fell into darkness.

I don't understand.

Fang Yingzhen hugged his legs and rested his chin on his knees, still staring in the dark, unable to calm down for a long time.

Jiang Gan kissed him?

Why did Jiang Gan kiss him?

Is it an illusion?

Fang Yingzhen reached out hesitantly, and touched his lips with his fingertips. The touch refuted his fluke idea.

Jiang Gan, indeed, truly, kissed him.

Fang Yingzhen remembered the way Jiang Gan held down his wrist just now and pressed down forcefully, so he couldn't help closing his eyes.

day.

Why is Jiang Gan so crazy?

Or is he crazy?

Is Jiang Gan sick?

Well, Jiang Gan must be sick.

Fang Yingzhen touched his lips again, and suddenly found that Jiang Gan's smell was also on his body.

A clean and dark aroma.

Fang Yingzhen paused, and continued to instill in himself: Jiang Gan is sick, it is Jiang Gan who is sick...

Reluctantly, his body was too exhausted, coupled with the fact that he still had a fever, his mind was still unable to stay awake, his eyelids closed slowly uncontrollably, and he finally fell asleep.

Jiang Gan tore off the quilt on the sofa and got in, lay down, stared at the ceiling in a daze.

After a while he sat up and glanced across the room, but there was no movement, Fang Yingzhen probably fell asleep.

Jiang Gan lay back again.

The sofa is relatively narrow, and his legs are long, so it is not very comfortable to lie on.Jiang Gan recalled the scene where Fang Yingzhen slept here last time, and guessed that he should have slept very uncomfortable.

But Fang Yingzhen did not say.

Jiang Gan sighed, involuntarily thinking of Fang Yingzhen, and from Fang Yingzhen to the one just now...

that kiss.

It was his idea, his initiation.

Jiang Gan didn't know what was wrong with him, he didn't want to tell Fang Yingzhen honestly, sorry, I couldn't hold back seeing you.

It wasn't until Fadou tapped the glass jar slowly with his own shell, drawing Jiang Gan back from his thoughts with the sound, that Jiang Gan remembered that he hadn't fed the uncle today.

He got up, went to the kitchen to mix some sausage meat, crushed it and fed it to Fadou, then opened the balcony door and walked out.

No sleepiness, come out to watch the heavy rain for a while.The rain was still falling, heavier than when I first went out to find Fang Yingzhen, and it was a bit noisy. The world became blurred and black in the rain.

It seemed to have been raining in this city for as long as he could remember.

It's not raining, it's cloudy, and the day when the sun shines is a reluctant and stingy reward from God.

This city is like a blind spot in the corner of the world, where Jiang Gan lived, where life would be better than death, where...

The urge to kiss someone for the first time.

Jiang Gan took out the cigarette and thought to himself, it's a good thing that Fang Yingzhen answered his call, and it's a good thing that he found Fang Yingzhen before the rain started to fall heavily.

The mobile phone lying on the coffee table turned on several times, and then went black again.

Jiang Gan closed the door and walked in, picking up his phone.

[Lu Zhiqi]: [Transfer]

[Lu Zhiqi]: Thank you for your hard work today

[JQ]: You're welcome

Jiang Gan took the money, and Lu Zhiqi sent another sentence: Are you free tomorrow? I still want to ask you for a favor, oh, tomorrow is Monday, you have to go to class, right?

[JQ]: Probably not

[Lu Zhiqi]: Hmm?What do you mean you might not go?

[JQ]: Nothing, what did you just ask for my help?

[Lu Zhiqi]: Hey, it's still about selling goods

Jiang Gan thought for a while, then replied to her: Then come tomorrow night

Fang Yingzhen slept until dawn, only to wake up to find that it was already nine o'clock.

It's Monday, it's over.

He struggled to get up, his whole body was sore, as if he had been beaten.But my mind is much clearer, probably because of the medicine.Fang Yingzhen raised his hand and touched his forehead, feeling that it was not very hot.

Just as he was thinking, the door was pushed open, and Jiang Gan walked in.

Fang Yingzhen rubbed his eyes, met his gaze, then froze for a moment, and quickly remembered what happened last night.

"I..." Fang Yingzhen lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "Don't disturb me, I have to..."

"Lie down." Jiang Gan said, and took out a thermometer from the bedside cabinet.

"...Oh." Fang Yingzhen lay down, looked at him, and whispered, "But I still have to go to school..."

"You want to go to school, don't I?" Jiang Gan asked.

"What a trouble to you, I think I'm fine." Fang Yingzhen continued to whisper.

Jiang Gan ignored him, shook the thermometer twice and handed it to him.Fang Yingzhen was successfully ignored and accepted it speechlessly.

"I've asked for leave for you." Jiang Gan looked at him and said.

Fang Yingzhen nodded, and after waiting for 3 minutes, he took out the thermometer and handed it to Jiang Gan.

"You don't know how to read?" Jiang Gan asked.

"No." Fang Yingzhen said honestly.

"..."

Jiang Gan held up the thermometer expressionlessly and looked at it for a while. It was 37.1, which was much lower than the two times he sneaked in to measure Fang Yingzhen last night.

"There is still a slight fever." Jiang Gan told Fang Yingzhen.

"I'll go to school in the afternoon," he added, "and I'll bring your homework home for you."

"I still have to do my homework when I'm sick?" Fang Yingzhen asked pitifully.

Jiang Gan didn't speak, looked at Fang Yingzhen, Fang Yingzhen was stared at by him for a while and suddenly reacted: "You mean I will stay here at night... No need? I can go when I'm done really... ...."

"Come out and have breakfast first, it's ready." Jiang Gan got up and walked out the door.

Breakfast is deep-fried dough sticks and soy milk, which does not belong to Fang Yingzhen's picky eater range, and it is still edible.

Fang Yingzhen picked up a deep-fried dough stick and shook it in front of Jiang Gan's eyes.

"Why?" Jiang Gan asked indifferently.

"You're lying." Fang Yingzhen smiled proudly, "You said you made the breakfast, do you know how to fry fried dough sticks? You must have bought it downstairs."

"Ah, I was discovered by you." Jiang Gan said blankly, "But I made the soy milk myself, what's wrong?"

"...It's nothing, you are great." Fang Yingzhen gave a thumbs up perfunctorily.

"Didn't I tell you not to do this to me, are you annoying?" Jiang Gan looked at him.

Fang Yingzhen nodded and asked again: "Why?"

"No reason."

"Oh."

There was a sudden movement at the entrance, and the boring conversation was temporarily interrupted.

Fang Yingzhen had fried dough sticks in his mouth, and the next second he saw a man open the door and walk in with big bags and small bags.

"Hey, are you here?" The man took the key and said to Jiang Gan with a smile, "Why didn't you go to school?"

"I just passed Chao..." Cheng Zhan raised his head, saw Fang Yingzhen, and was taken aback for a moment, "You are, Section Chief Fang's young son? Why are you two together?"

"I, he..." Jiang Gan rarely explained, took what was in his uncle's hand, and put it on the sofa, "He's in the same class as me, we know each other."

"You know me?" Fang Yingzhen stuffed the fritters into his mouth and looked at the man blankly.

"Don't you remember me? We had dinner together." Cheng Zhan laughed and sat opposite him very familiarly, "Just that time, at the Lakeside Hotel, Jiang Gan was there."

"Lakeside Hotel?" Fang Yingzhen thought hard for a while, it seemed that he had indeed been there once last month, but...Jiang Gan is here?

How can he not remember?

"You seemed to be having a fight with Section Chief Fang," Cheng Zhan smiled, "I guess you didn't notice us...hey, why didn't you two go to school on Monday?"

"I'll go in the afternoon, what are you doing here?" Jiang Gan pulled the chair beside him and sat down, picked up the unfinished bowl of soy milk and took a sip.

"Drink soy milk?" Jiang Gan asked Cheng Zhan again.

"Stop drinking," Cheng Zhan waved his hands, looking very embarrassed, "I just came here to see you, I thought you went to school, and I came to bring you something to eat."

"I'm leaving now." Cheng Zhan said again, and was about to get up.

"Uncle, drink the soy milk I made myself." Jiang Gan said softly.

Fang Yingzhen noticed that the expression on the man's face was clearly at a loss, so he kept nodding his head and said yes.

After drinking the soy milk, the man said goodbye to him very kindly.

"This is my uncle," Jiang Gan said after watching the man close the door and go out, "just passing by."

"You met me before?" Fang Yingzhen raised his eyes, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know each other at that time, so there's nothing to say." Jiang Gan said.

"Did your uncle force you to participate in the dinner too?" Fang Yingzhen couldn't help asking, "My dad is like this too. The thing I hate the most is going out for dinner with him."

"My uncle has a bad stomach and can't drink, so he took me with him." Jiang Gan said.

"So?" Fang Yingzhen raised his eyebrows, "Why?"

Jiang Gan broke off half of the fried sticks and said casually: "As long as someone forces my uncle to drink, I will pretend to have appendicitis and tell him to drive me to the hospital."

Fang Yingzhen thought about that scene, especially when he imagined Jiang Gan pretending to be sick, he couldn't help but haha.

"Laughing fart?" Jiang Gan looked at him.

"Did you really do that?" Fang Yingzhen asked.

"I haven't had a chance to practice it yet." Jiang Gan sighed, "The main thing is my uncle, who is alone, and the only one who can help him is me."

"You and your uncle have a good relationship, right?" Fang Yingzhen smiled, "I'm quite envious. In my house, no one has a good relationship with me, and it's rare for me to see anyone who has a good relationship with me."

Jiang Gan didn't speak, was silent for a while, then nodded.

The two of them didn't speak any more, and the embarrassed breath came out from nowhere. Fang Yingzhen thought about what happened last night again, and when he looked up and saw Jiang Gan, Jiang Gan's expression seemed to tell him that he was too.

"..."

Fang Yingzhen quickly put down his chopsticks, "I've finished eating, it's time to go to school."

"Your clothes are all soaked, I threw them into the washing machine." Jiang Gan said, "Put mine on."

Fang Yingzhen was about to nod, but suddenly his face turned pale: "My phone is still inside my coat..."

"I took it out for you," Jiang Gan raised his chin, "it's all on the coffee table."

"...Oh." Fang Yingzhen heaved a sigh of relief, went to get the phone, a