sailing boy

They have been getting along in this state, until a long time later, an unexpected change occurred.

It was the second semester of the second year of high school, the birthday of the second year.

Zhou Yang rode his little electric donkey again and stopped at the intersection with Jiang Fan, then let him sit in the back seat and waited, and ran across the street to get the cake by himself.

as usual.

Zhou Yang took the cake and threw it to Jiang Fan, and then drove towards the KTV.

I don't know why this group of people always have a deep obsession with this KTV, and they have come here for two years regardless of the size of the party.

"Come on," Yu Le encouraged excitedly, "Two handsome guys unpack the cake!"

"Don't worry," Zhou Yang hooked his fingers at him: "Give the gift first."

Yu Le responded immediately: "Dream!"

Zhou Yang pouted, and reluctantly opened the cake.

At that time, Jiang Fan next to him had already inserted the candles.

"17," Zhou Yang counted, "I am 17 too."

Jiang Fan: "Yes."

"Okay." Seeing that both of them had already set up candles, Edge took out the lighter: "I'll light it for you."

After a while the candles were lit one by one.

"Ahem," Yu Le planned to do his duty as monitor, and he led everyone: "Come sing with me——Happy birthday to you——"

Dozens of people sang in unison, quite like a military training song.

As soon as Zhou Yang finished singing, he made a wish. He clasped his hands together and muttered something in his mouth.

Jiang Fan, who quickly finished his wish, turned his head to see him as if he was praying, and couldn't help asking, "What did you make?"

At the same time, Zhou Yang just finished making his wish: "I'll tell you later."

In fact, Jiang Fan just asked casually: "Oh..."

The cake was divided up very quickly, which was very strange. People always thought that the things they grabbed were the most delicious, and even those who didn't eat much sweets on weekdays insisted on eating two or three pieces.

Zhou Yang smiled.

He suddenly felt that this time is very suitable for commemorating, and he did so: "Come on, everyone, put up a PS," he waved to everyone: "Take a photo."

As soon as the words were finished, a group of people swarmed under the camera, except for Jiang Fan.

"Excuse me," Zhou Yang hooked his neck and pulled him in front of the camera. At this moment, a picture appeared on the screen of the mobile phone: a handsome guy with a cold face was mixed among a group of students with red faces.

"..."

"Don't be like this," Zhou Yang took the initiative to break the silence, "Come on, have a laugh."

Jiang Fan glanced at him and then gave him a very perfunctory smile.

Zhou Yang took the opportunity to press the shutter button.

There were more than a dozen photos in this shot, but after everyone picked and picked, only two photos remained.

"Drinking?" Zhou Yang put away his phone after taking the photo, grabbed two wine bottles casually, and spoke tremblingly.

Jiang Fan: "?"

"Do you want to drink?" Zhou Yang asked again.

"What are you afraid of?" Jiang Fan asked, "Sick?"

Zhou Yang immediately denied: "No! No... afraid."

Jiang Fan glanced at him inexplicably: "Oh."

In the next few minutes, Zhou Yang kept holding the wine bottle without saying a word.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Fan put his palm on his forehead: "No—"

"I'm fine." Zhou Yang knocked off his hand.

Jiang Fan felt puzzled: "Are you sick?"

Zhou Yang: "I'm sick." After he finished speaking, he poured a bottle of wine into his mouth, opened another bottle, and started drinking with his head covered.

"What are you doing, you?!" Jiang Fan snatched his wine bottle: "Crazy?"

Zhou Yang ignored him.

After Jiang Fan pulled the wine bottle, he began to look at the label on the bottle: "Who got this wine? It has such a high alcohol content?"

A blush appeared on Zhou Yang's face: "Actually...it's okay."

"What a fart," Jiang Fan held his face in his hands: "It's so hot——"

"Jiang Fan." Zhou Yang suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Jiang Fan was stunned.

Usually Zhou Yang either called him Fanfan or Xiao Fanfan, and never called him by his full name. Jiang Fan was reluctant at first, but after a long time he got used to it, and now Zhou Yang suddenly called him by his full name, causing him No response: "Why?"

"What wish did you just make?" Zhou Yang stared at him intently.

"May... make a wish?" Jiang Fan stammered, "Healthy, excellent grades?"

Zhou Yang asked: "Is it gone?"

Jiang Fan was confused: "No...it's gone..."

Zhou Yang: "Then you want to know what I promised?"

Jiang Fan: "?"

"Do you want to?" Zhou Yang asked again.

"..." Jiang Fan looked at his expectant eyes and said against his heart: "I want to."

"Then I'll tell you now," Zhou Yang snatched back the wine bottle at some point, and took another sip from the mouth of the bottle, as if preparing for it: "Listen up."

At that time, the KTV music was just playing rock music, and they cheered at the edge, and the speakers hanging on the wall played very rhythmic drumbeats. Jiang Fan watched Zhou Yang's mouth open and close for a while but heard nothing.

"What did you say?" he asked aloud. "I didn't catch it."

"I—say—" Zhou Yang yelled at Jiang Fan's ear with his hands in the shape of a trumpet, "my—wish—wish—is" he took a deep breath and continued, "I—want —do—you—boy—friend—friend——!”

Time stopped suddenly.

Zhou Yang's muffled breath hit Jiang Fan's earlobe, and his auricles suddenly surged with blood.

This time he really heard it clearly, and he heard it clearly, and even listened to his drunken tone: "You... say it again."

Zhou Yang: "I like—"

"Your wish has come true now." Jiang Fan cut in, and he shouted word by word: "Boy, friend, friend."

Zhou Yang was stunned for a moment, he thought he had heard wrong.

But in the next second, Jiang Fan was afraid that he could not hear him, so he moved closer and called again: "Boyfriend."

"..."

The boy who was under alcohol was very courageous, Zhou Yang took off his coat and covered Jiang Fan's head, and then he followed in.

Under the colorful flashing lights, the cosmic ball lights are spinning, and a group of teenagers grabbing wheat are surrounded in front of the big KTV screen, and behind them are two intertwined figures.