What should I do if I want to get back my first love but can't hold back my face?

There are two provinces between Beicheng and Nancheng. Although the distance is not too far, it takes three hours to fly.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when they landed. After that, they took a bus for nearly an hour before reaching the town. The two found a nearby hotel to make do for the night.

It is said to be a hotel, but it is actually just a small room that can be lived in. There are a few old and simple furniture scattered in the room, a star poster with a corner missing on the mottled wall, and two double beds stand side by side.Through the thin wall boards, one could even hear the faint conversations next door.

Fang Zhen sat on the old peeling sofa in the corner, facing the ground in a daze.

Jiang Huai leaned over to make the bed, then turned around and glanced at him, without disturbing him, then walked out the door lightly.

When he came back, he had half a bucket of hot water in his hand. The bucket was resting on the wooden floor, and there was a sound of sloshing water. Fang Zhen came back to his senses from the sound, and stared down at the little hair spinner on top of Jiang Huai's head. daze.

Jiang Huai was squatting halfway by the sofa, her shirt rolled up to her elbows, and she was reaching out to test the water temperature in the bucket. Under the dim light, her expression was a little gentle.

The fine cashmere coat he took off was laid on the back of the sofa casually, and Fang Chen could even see a large area of ​​dark yellow and interlaced old spots on the sofa.

There was such a mismatch between the expensive handmade coat and the dirty old sofa.

Just like Jiang Huai at this moment, even if he just squats like that, doing nothing, he also seems out of place with the whole room.

Or rather, he shouldn't be here at all.

And if it wasn't for Fang Jing, he might never have come to such a remote and backward place in his life, and he wouldn't have to feel wronged to live in a hotel that cost tens of dollars a night.

Fang Yi suddenly felt wronged for him and couldn't stand it, and regretted letting him come with him.

Jiang Huai probably gradually felt that the water temperature was right, she tilted her head, and reached out to take off Fang Ping's socks.

Fang Yi suddenly reacted greatly and dodged.

He himself couldn't describe the sourness in his heart, but he suddenly felt particularly wronged for Jiang Huai, and even the little tea stain on the corner of the table made him feel that he would dirty this person.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Huai has been used to coaxing people for a while, and subconsciously coaxed without thinking much: "Be good, or your legs will hurt again tomorrow."

"I'll do it myself," Fang Yuan lowered his eyes, "Dirty."

Jiang Huai made a "tsk" when she heard the words, and frowned, as if she didn't intend to be reasonable again, so she took off her shoes and socks with her hands, "Do you really think I'm spoiling you? Hurry up and go to sleep!"

"I……"

Before he finished speaking, the soles of his feet were burnt suddenly, and Fang Yu suddenly became hoarse, completely unable to utter a word.

"It's been so long since you've been in the house, why are your feet still so cold?" Jiang Huai looked down at Fang Zhen's white foot, and stretched out her hand to drag the barrel closer, "I need to find a nutritionist when I go back this time." Treat yourself, or your legs will hurt when it rains in a few years..."

Jiang Huai babbled on and on, halfway through the conversation, she raised her eyes and looked at Fang Zhen, "What do you think?"

Fang Zhen pursed his lips as if being scalded by his gaze, and said in a low voice, "It's all up to you."

Jiang Huai raised her eyebrows, "Do you listen to me?"

Fang Yuan nodded without much hesitation.

"So..." Jiang Huai lowered her voice, her eyes darkened, and she looked at him almost motionless, "...Then when your leg is healed, you will also listen to me?"

"..." Fang Zhen came to his senses in an instant, his ears turned red, and he let out an inaudible "hmm".

The smile in Jiang Huai's eyes deepened, and he said slowly, intentionally and tormenting: "You mean...do whatever I want?"

Fang Zhen's face turned red, and then he nodded as if he couldn't bear it.

It started to rain at night, pattering and beating on the eaves, Fang Zhen rolled over and over several times, the quality of the wooden bed was not good, and it would make a "babbling" sound when it moved a few times, Fang Zhen was afraid of disturbing Jiang Huai, so he endured It didn't move anymore.

After a while, a lazy voice sounded in the darkness, "...can't sleep?"

Jiang Huai's voice was a bit vague, as if she had just woken up, and she was still half-dumb, touching her ears deeply and shallowly.

Fang Zhen's ears burned, he turned around in the darkness, hesitantly said: "...Did I wake you up?"

"Not really, I know the bed, and I don't sleep long anywhere," Jiang Huai said with a smile in his voice, "...do you need chat service?"

"..."

Saying such things in such a provocative voice in the middle of the night is really...a bit of a foul.

Fang Yu's face turned red, and he was thankful that the light was not turned on, and Jiang Huai couldn't see him.

After waiting for a while, no one spoke, Jiang Huai guessed that the person was shy again.

He is almost awake now, so he simply changed his sentence, "Then do you want to accompany|sleeping service?"

Fang Yuan's eyes widened suddenly.

……want.

He spoke cowardly in his heart.

But in reality, he didn't even dare to move.

After about a minute, a silhouette suddenly sat up in the darkness.

The wooden bed suddenly let out a "squeak" sound knowingly and knowingly.

Fang Yi was taken aback, and lay stiffly on the bed, still not daring to move.

Jiang Huai hugged her own quilt and got out of bed, and walked towards Fang Zhen's bedside. When she really got to the other's bedside, she was still polite and pretended to ask one more question: "Can I go to bed?"

Fang Yi's whole body was about to smoke.

However, Jiang Huai didn't intend to just let him go, so she repeated patiently, "Can I go?"

So Fang Yu had no choice but to hold back his embarrassment, and said slowly: "...Yes."

Only then did Jiang Huai restrain himself a little, and lay down peacefully.

After all, the single bed has a limited space, even if it is not as narrow as the school dormitory, it is difficult for two grown men to lie side by side.Therefore, it became a matter of course to hold Fang Jin in his arms.

Jiang Huai endured not putting her hands where they shouldn't be, and silently recited the mantra of purifying the heart, and immediately felt that her body and mind were cleansed.

The two of them just stood next to each other peacefully.

After a while, the lower abdomen was frozen.

Just now, the photo saved last time was all in his mind, and Fang Jin, who couldn't help touching his abs secretly, blushed, and stammered, "I, I didn't care."

"..."

Jiang Huai made a face.

Immediately, I felt that I had recited the Purifying Mantra in vain.

Of course, in the end, Jiang Huai's careless touch ended with Jiang Huai groping back solemnly.

Fang Ping was like a steamed prawn, curled up and spread out again and again, probably never again in the future.

The next morning, both of them woke up.

Jiang Huai was afraid that she would faint from embarrassment again, so she didn't make much teasing, just threw off the quilt and got out of bed, and went to the public bathroom outside to wash up.

When they came back, Fang Yi had already folded the two quilts neatly into small squares at the foot of the bed. Jiang Huai helped pack up the small luggage, and the two went to the front desk to return the keys.

With a local cigarette in his mouth, the boss lowered his head to return the extra deposit, and when he handed it over, he took a look at the two of them and said vaguely: "Outsider?"

There are only people who go out from this place, and few people come in, so it's no wonder that he looked more often.

Jiang Huai nodded with a smile and didn't say much.

Not long after, the two turned around and left.

Standing on the street, Fang Zhen was in a daze, seeing familiar and unfamiliar scenery everywhere.

The traces of the light rain last night have been swept away, only a few small depressions on the dirt road still accumulate a little rain.

A gust of cold wind blew by, Fang Yuan tightened his clothes, and suddenly raised his legs and walked towards the other side of the path.

Jiang Huai followed behind him without stopping, occasionally looking at the tile-roofed houses on dirt roads passing by. When he arrived last night, the night was dark and he couldn't see anything clearly. This is the first time he has ever met with this small town. meet.

Before coming here, Jiang Huai had imagined countless times what the place where Fang Ping grew up would be like, but when he came to this place, he felt that even if Fang Ping stood in it, he would not have much sense of belonging.

As soon as he lost his sight, Fang Zhen turned around and turned into an alley. Jiang Huai came back to his senses and followed quickly.

It was a narrow and dilapidated storefront, except for the carts blocking the door, the remaining space was only for one person to enter and exit.

Fang Yi opened the curtains to both sides, and shouted before entering the door, "Two bowls of noodles."

It seems that since entering here, he has gained a little popularity.

Once inside the store, the vision becomes even narrower. The beams of the house are extremely low, which always gives Jiang Huai the illusion that he will hit the roof as soon as he raises his hand.

The low stool and the low table are probably very old, and the legs of the table are missing. They are still rickety with a large pile of bricks. Fortunately, the table was cleaned enough, which gave people something to eat. confidence.

The noodles came out very quickly. There was a big bowl of steaming green vegetables, and the shrimps were small and crystal-clear. Fang Yi took out a pair of chopsticks and handed them to him, "Try it?"

Jiang Huai picked up a chopstick and put it to his mouth. He was a little surprised to find that the taste was very good, so he subconsciously raised his eyebrows and glanced at the opposite side.

Through the mist curling up from the hot surface, Fang Jin smiled suddenly, "My grandfather brought me here before."

His expression didn't show much sadness, and his tone was very ordinary, "He is a stubborn old man, and I am a stubborn child. He didn't know how to coax me, so he had to bring me to eat noodles."

This was the first time that Fang Yi mentioned his past on his own initiative. Jiang Huai was silent for a moment, and suddenly understood his purpose for bringing him here.

Fang Yi didn't spread out the past for him to see, he took himself silently and piously into his past.

Jiang Huai lowered her head to eat the noodles, her heart almost overflowing with heat.

When I checked out and went out, the owner of the store suddenly stopped me, picked up the reading glasses that had been put aside and put them on, and looked at me several times.

Fang Yu didn't wait for him to open his mouth and said, "Uncle Zhou, it's me."

Fang Zhen would visit his store every year when he came back to visit the grave. The old man's eyesight has gotten worse these past few years.

He sighed a little, "It's good to be back, it's good to be back, Lao Fang loves you the most..."

Fang Yi smiled when he heard the words, "You should also pay attention to your body."

Lao Zhou waved his hand, and when he glanced aside, he suddenly narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "This is, your friend?"

Jiang Huai always felt that the other party's sizing eyes made him uncomfortable, but out of politeness, he didn't show any discomfort.

The smile on the corner of Fang Yu's mouth suddenly faded, and he said politely: "Uncle Zhou, if there is nothing else, I should go, and hurry up the mountain."

The old man's eyes are blurred, but his brain is not confused. Seeing that his face is getting ugly, "You can't..."

Fang Yu interrupted him at the right time, "Uncle Zhou, if you can't, you can't, and it's inappropriate to say more."

"My own affairs, no one else will know better than me."

Speaking of the latter, the tone was almost blunt, and Jiang Huai always felt that Fang Zhen was like a shellfish whose shell had been forcibly removed at the moment, and the shellfish exposed to the sun was almost trembling.

In the next second, Jiang Huai stretched out his hand uncontrollably and grabbed the person with a quicker movement than he realized.

The old man looked at them in surprise, and said angrily, "You guys are...!"

Fang Yu was only stunned for a second, then clasped that hand behind his back, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I'm just like this, and I can't change it for the rest of my life."

The author has something to say:

Someday in the future:

Fang Ping: Enough, enough...

Jiang Huai: What you said is up to me, forget?

Fang Jin: ...

After a while.

Fang Jin: Ugh...

PS: Little train, woo woo woo, besides, besides——