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

Jiang Huai stood at the door and helped to close the rolling door, and when he turned his head, Fang Yi smiled at him a little embarrassedly, "The car is a bit small, it may not fit well."

"It's okay, as long as you can sit, I won't pick."

After a while, Jiang Huai looked at the little pink eDonkey in front of him and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Fang Yu was a little nervous, and subconsciously squeezed the seam of his trousers with his fingers, "How about... let's take a taxi there."

"I usually drive enough by myself, I never thought about the situation of two people..."

Jiang Huai's face softened a little, "Have you ever carried anyone?"

Fang Yi nodded, carefully watching his face, "But my driving skills are still good, so I shouldn't throw you down."

Jiang Huai should be in a good mood, but it's rare that he didn't complain that he needs some kind of driving skills for a small broken battery car.

"Just sit here."

The car is small, and the two of them are leaning against their backs, tightly squeezed together, even so, it still feels half-empty.

The wind was blowing, and when the car drove to the second intersection, Jiang Huai's hands wrapped around Fang Jin's waist from behind.

Fang Zhen still has the thinness that has not faded from his youth. The shirt is thin, and the waist is thinner than the shirt. It seems to be able to be pinched with one hand. It is thin and tough.

"It's windy, so I can't sit still." Jiang Huai explained, wondering if Fang Yi heard clearly.

Fang Jin's head was stuffed inside the helmet, and he probably responded, but couldn't tell if he agreed or refused.

Passing by a pharmacy after a while, Jiang Huai leaned close to Fang Zhen's ear and said loudly, "Get off here, I want to buy something."

Fang Yi heard it, so he stopped the car, and the two entered the shop.

When the clerk saw someone coming in, he smiled brightly, "Hi sir, what do you want to buy?"

Jiang Huai: Take a Band-Aid.

"One?"

"Ah."

"..." The clerk tried hard to adjust his smile, "Okay, fifty cents in total."

Clerk: "Scan code or cash?"

"Scan code."

Jiang Huai took out her mobile phone and scanned the QR code for a while, but there was no response for a while, and she murmured, "The phone doesn't seem to have a signal?"

Just as he was about to scan again, Fang Ping beside him said, "I'll do it."

Jiang Huai: "Okay."

After shopping and leaving the store, Fang Zhen sat in the car and put on his helmet.

The voice of the female shop assistant was sent to the ears of the two along the wind.It is estimated that the two of them walked away after shopping, and the voice of the discussion became a bit unscrupulous.

"Tsk tsk, I've learned a lot, and I'm dressed like a dog, I didn't expect to be so picky. These melon seeds are delicious and fragrant!"

"That's right, fifty cents is a scam, see you soon. Hey, don't finish knocking, save some for me."

"His friend is also stupid. He really believes in the talk about the phone not having a signal."

"Actually, let me tell you, I won't tell others about this... He, those suits are all high imitations, and they don't cost a few dollars."

"Really?"

"Is it still fake? I understand this, and I will read it."

"Hey, you can do this, really amazing...%#%...*&"

The expression on Fang Zhen's face was a bit awkward, he looked at Jiang Huai hesitantly, and then quickly turned back after being discovered, especially like a good student who accidentally discovered someone else's secret, his face was at a loss.

Jiang Huai tried his best to maintain a decent and polite smile, "It's true, do you want to see the receipt?"

Fang Yi choked up when he heard the words, "...no need."

Fang Ping lives in an old-fashioned community building within a few kilometers of the milk tea shop. Most of the buildings are old, and the walls are mottled. The humid wind from the south has been blowing for years, adding large areas of gray and white mold to the base of the walls. The corridors are probably due to disrepair , with a damp smell, wrapped in dim lights, zigzags upwards.

The worst thing about old-fashioned buildings is that there are only crude staircase handles, and the more you go up, the more insecure you will feel when you step on the ground.

Fang Zhen walked in front, turned his head to look at Jiang Huai from time to time, and reminded, "It's a little scary to walk for the first time, so it's much better to hold on to the wall."

Jiang Huai glanced at the gray wall with one hand, but couldn't do it.

Probably due to the ambiguous lighting and hazy vision, the side of Fang Zhen's turned side face was painted with a white luster, which was so gentle and touching.

On closer inspection, it looks like an illusion created by conjecture.

Jiang Huai turned his gaze away abruptly, but didn't respond.

The lights in the building were dim, and he walked forward with his head down, accidentally knocking his chin on the back of a round head.

Fang Yi stopped and said, "Here we are."

Fang Ping's house is not too big, but it is more than enough for one person to live in.

Two bedrooms and one living room, it can be seen that it is an old house, but it is very clean. Sitting in the living room, you can still see rows of green plants on the balcony outside, which are lush and growing freely. A glimpse of the gentleness and care of the owner.

Obviously the owner of the house, he looked more reserved than Jiang Huai, with his hands hanging by his side, he stood beside the sofa and asked Jiang Huai, "Is lemonade okay?"

"It's all right."

After a while, Fang Yi came out of the kitchen with two glasses of lemonade and put them on the table.

Jiang Huai reached out to pick it up, and knew that it must be at a temperature that was neither cold nor hot.

Fang Yi is always like this, careful when there is no sound, and gentle when there is no one.

Fang Zhen sat on the sofa on the other side, his gaze was lowered quietly, his long hair seemed to be softer than the master's temper, and it was placed on his forehead obediently, with a few strands half covering his black eyebrows .

Jiang Huai just looked at him several times from the air, his eyes were dark and deep, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"By the way," Jiang Huai took out his mobile phone, "How much is your social account, I will add you as a friend, and transfer the money to you by the way."

Fang Zhen was a little suspicious that he had heard it wrong, but Jiang Huai's expression was very serious, and he couldn't see the slightest trace of joking, so he said hesitantly, "...No need."

Jiang Huai looked at him with unaccommodating eyes, and said lightly: "Yes, after all, I don't communicate often, and I don't like to owe people things."

Speaking of this, there is really no reason to refuse.

Fang Ting opened the social interface and handed over the phone.

Jiang Huai was very efficient and handed the phone back in a short while. Fang Yi clicked on the message window of adding friends successfully, and was taken aback by the sudden money transfer prompt.

The fingers moved a little sluggishly.

There was a sound of gold coins falling.

The system prompts: the payment is received successfully, and you have received the transfer of 0.5 yuan from the other party.

A new message popped up on Jiang Huai's phone interface.

Assistant Xiao Zhou: Boss, the car has been repaired.

Jiang Huai: Drive the car away, park anywhere, and pick me up in an hour.

Assistant Xiao Zhou: ...OK.

After a while.

System prompt: The other party has withdrawn a message.

Assistant Xiao Zhou: OK!

Jiang Huai put the phone away, turned to talk to Fang Zhen, frowning as if worried, "My assistant said that the car's engine also has a problem, and it will take a long time to fix it."

It's still a bit uncomfortable to talk face to face like this, Fang Yu pursed his lips cautiously, "It's okay, just sit down for a while."

Jiang Huai then took a sip of the water Fang Zhen had soaked in, and looked at Fang Zhen again, with a somewhat leisurely smile on his face, "Then excuse me."

Probably seeing that Fang Zhen was sleepy sitting next to him, Jiang Huai took the initiative to mention, "It's getting late, I can just sit in the living room by myself, you go take a shower."

So Fang Yi quietly yawned halfway and was frightened away, shaking his head slightly, "No, besides, you'll be leaving in a while, it's not too late."

Jiang Huai let out a "tsk" when she heard the words, Meifeng raised her eyebrows a little impatiently, her face was still very bluffing when she got up, and said slowly: "You must force me to wash it for you, right?"

"!"

Fang Yi stood up abruptly from the sofa, not daring to lift his head, his face and neck were stained with crimson, he stammered, "I...I'm going to take a bath!"

Jiang Huai glanced at the back of Fang Yu who was running away like a rabbit, and thought lightly: Wouldn't it be nice to be so obedient earlier?

In the bathroom:

Fang Yu took a handful of water and poured it on his face, slightly cooling down the heat on his cheeks.

He looked up into the mirror.

The person in the mirror has a face favored by the Creator, with wet hair sticking to his forehead, water drops sliding down the soft facial lines, and his breath is slightly chaotic.

After a while, he propped himself up from the sink, let out a breath, and raised his hand to unbutton the first shirt.

Jiang Huai stayed in the living room quite peacefully. After waiting for about 10 minutes, Fang Zhen came out from the bathroom.

Fang Zhen was wearing a soft round-neck pajamas, inadvertently revealing a clean porcelain-white neck and a small piece of smooth collarbone. His cheeks on both sides were a little red from the heat of the bathroom, making him look soft and obedient.

Jiang Huai was sitting on the sofa, looking up at him from the tea table to the bathroom, and could hear the sound of the big tree in his heart stretching its branches, which was born by longing. It has been silent for too long, and it only needs a little catalyst , can slowly bear the fruit of desire.

He got up abruptly, and when he raised his hand, he knocked against the transparent water glass on the edge of the glass coffee table, making a short and piercing rubbing sound.

Fang Yi also stood up following him in a daze, reached out and placed the water glass in the center of the coffee table, "...are you leaving?"

"..." Jiang Huai tried her best to suppress any sudden emotions that might scare Fang Zhen, and did not let herself lose her composure, "Well, the car is repaired, it's time to go."

Fang Zhen raised his leg and followed him out. He usually went to bed early, but now he rubbed his eyes sleepily, planning to send him downstairs.

"Just send it here, go to bed early."

I don't know if it's because the lights at the door are dim, but Jiang Huai's expression has a gentleness that is usually not obvious.

Fang Zhen looked back at him in a dazed way, with physiological mist in his eyes due to sleepiness.

Standing at the door, Jiang Huai suddenly stretched out his hand and rubbed Fang Jin's hair helplessly, "Let's be more careful in the future."

The drowsiness was instantly wiped away, and Fang Yu hung his fingertips awkwardly, "...what?"

In fact, judging from the current relationship between the two, this move is really a bit out of line.

But Jiang Huai quickly took his hand back, with a very sleepy and normal look on his face, only a pair of black eyes were deep and deep, as if a casual greeting between old friends, Fang Zhen had no choice but to follow him and pretend to be stupid.

Just looking at Fang Zhen several times through the light at the door, Jiang Huai sighed imperceptibly, "Next time someone sits behind you, don't allow people to hug your waist."

Fang Yu was still a little unresponsive, and retorted subconsciously in a low voice: "Normal people usually don't hug their waists casually when they sit in the back of other people's cars."

Jiang Huai didn't like to hear these words, and sneered, "Oh, I'm not normal?"

Fang Jin: "..."

It's not... that's what it means.

After sending Jiang Huai away, Fang Yan turned off the light and went to bed, sinking into the soft blanket, as if being wrapped in a large group of light and soft clouds, and suddenly felt drowsy.

Had a rare good dream that night.

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Jiang Huai's Autobiography "All Attacks in the World Are Less Generous than Me"