Don't run after school next door!

The space in the tent was cramped, and the two had to stick very close together.

There was a strange atmosphere in the air.It may be that they are too close, they can't help but care about this distance, and no one knows what to say.

After a while, Lin Zan said, "Would you like to press it for you?"

"What?" Fang Xun didn't quite understand what he meant.

"That's it." Lin Zan immediately took his hand and pressed on his shoulder, "press it for you, soothe it, and you may fall asleep."

He wasn't strong enough, pressing it made Fang Xun feel a little itchy.He grabbed Lin Zan's arm and said, "No, I'm not tired today."

"Then why do you talk so little today?" Lin Zan simply said what was on his mind at this moment.

Fang Xun loosened Lin Zan's hand slightly, and he looked at Lin Zan without answering.

"You didn't talk to me very much, and you were very quiet when you were playing games at night, and you would silently look into the distance from time to time." Lin Zan smiled helplessly, "You can't think I'm really that dull, can you?"

Fang Xun didn't laugh along with him, he let go of Lin Zan, put his arms behind his back, leaned back slightly, and exhaled softly: "There was a little conflict between my mother and me before I came here."

He didn't want others to comfort him. This kind of thing doesn't make any sense. After speaking, he continued: "It will affect your mood more or less, it doesn't matter."

But Lin Zan was too stubborn to change the subject, so he asked bluntly, "Has the conflict been resolved?"

If it is not resolved, the light and calm sentence "It's okay" is just deceiving the ghost.

Fang Xun was stunned for a moment, and when he spoke again, his tone was a bit cold: "Some things cannot be solved. It is very difficult for one person to understand another person. Most of the efforts are just in vain."

Lin Zan blinked slowly, undeniably what he said was true.But is that the only way?If you recognize the truth clearly, your heart will not feel better because of it.

He said to himself: "No one can understand?"

There was a soft sound, like a sigh. Hearing his words, Fang Xun felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

The two were silent for a while.

"Fang Xun," Lin Zan said again in the darkness, with childlike anticipation, "life is long, maybe there will be someone who understands."

He lowered his eyes: "Otherwise, I think it's tragic."

Fang Xun smiled lightly: "But the sense of expectation is even more tragic."

"Ah, yes." Lin Zan sighed.

The conversation came to an abrupt end.

Both of them understand that feeling, and they can't talk about big and inappropriate topics for a long time. At most, they can share a few sentences of their own thoughts, and then they will be sad.

Lin Zan felt that he was really sick.He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep in his own tent, but he felt very relieved when he came to Fang Xun's place, his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

"Fang Xun," he said confusedly, "I'm sleepy, so I'll sleep here with you."

Fang Xun seemed to want to say something more, but seeing his sleepy look, he took it back.

The night is as cool as water.He also lay down and helped Lin Zan tuck in the quilt again.

Fang Xun felt that for some things, thinking seemed insignificant.The only way to be saved is to endure it and force yourself to focus on something else.

Just when he closed his eyes, he noticed movement next to him.Lin Zan sat up slowly, put his hands on his head, and looked at him from top to bottom.

Fang Xun's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at him: "Is there a bug?"

Lin Zan's eyes were dyed with an unusual brilliance, he bent down/body closer to Fang Xun, and said impatiently: "But just now we are understanding each other!"

Fang Xun's eyes were slightly closed, as if stabbed by his brilliance.He was still depressed, and he couldn't immediately understand Lin Zan's passion.

Lin Zan supported the mat with one hand, shook his shoulder with the other, and continued: "I understand you now."

Naively, he came up with a solution that would allow them to escape this dilemma: "We don't have to be sad, and we don't have to deal with the delay of thinking caused by anticipation."

Fang Xun was still silent, staring at him, and seeing Lin Zan, who was full of enthusiasm and full of flames, laughed at this moment: "I understand your feeling, and I can understand it at once. Mutual understanding exists. It’s just that you can’t ask for full understanding.”

After he finished speaking, he sorted out his emotions, looked at Fang Xun in a calm and gentle state, and waited for his answer.

Lin Zan struggled out of his drowsiness and said these words, his heart beat vigorously and excitedly, the flash of inspiration in his mind consumed too much energy, and now that he hadn't heard Fang Xun's voice for a long time, he felt uneasy again.

The excitement is fading, and the tiredness is about to return.He hesitated and looked at Fang Xun in puzzlement.

The other party opened his lips lightly, his heart immediately flinched, and his body couldn't help but lean down, unwilling to miss any of his voice.

But before Fang Xun could say anything, his hands became numb from holding on for too long, and when his elbows bent, he fell straight down.

"what!"

The two of them hit each other painfully, Lin Zan cried out, and Fang Xun couldn't hold back a muffled snort.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Lin Zan suddenly regained consciousness a lot, apologized eagerly, put his hands on the mat, and was about to get up.

But he didn't succeed.

Because Fang Xun put his arms around him and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Fang Xun?" Lin Zan's voice was low, his face still resting on his chest.

Fang Xun closed his eyes, but he couldn't control the impulse of his body, so he simply surrendered.

All his words come from the deepest heart, without processing by the brain at all: "When you speak, control yourself."

The appearance is so cute that he almost ignores the meaning of the words.

Without giving Lin Zan any time to react, Fang Xun asked, "Why are you so polite? Don't you just want to say that you understand me, and you want to understand me in the future?"

Lin Zan's ears suddenly became hot.Why do these words sound so... shameful.

He reflected in his heart, did he reveal his intention of "he wanted to understand Fang Xun" when he said those words?

It seemed that something secret in my heart had been punctured.But he didn't hate it, and even looked forward to how Fang Xun would treat this intention.

"Isn't it possible?" He raised his face and asked, "Let's try to understand each other more."

Fang Xun looked at him quietly for a while, then raised his palm, and gently pushed his head back into his arms.

His voice is not very heavy: "Of course."

But close to him, Lin Zan heard Fang Xun's heartbeat through his clothes.The movement there was more of an affirmative response than words.

They hug each other, very intimate, very pure.

After a while, both of them fell asleep.No one thought of asking why he fell asleep in such a position.

It was as if there was nothing unclean in their relationship, and everything was going on smoothly without any doubts.

At night, Fang Xun had a dream.

He was standing on the grass, looking hopefully at the stars in the sky.But looking at it, those twinkling stars fell down, like countless tears, drenching him all over.

He stared blankly into the distance, only to find his mother sitting on a rock, her chest heaving and heaving from crying, extremely sad.

He immediately felt sad and ran over, his figure was small, almost like a child.He wanted to go to his mother, but the journey was so far away, and the star rain was so heavy, he couldn't reach the end no matter what.

On the second day, Fang Xun was the last person to get up.Outside the tent, several boys were making a lot of noise, and he just woke up.Lin Zan is no longer by my side.

Fang Xun put on his clothes, grabbed his hair, unzipped the zipper and went out.

Not far away, Li Zhao was surrounded in the middle, his face was red, and the others all looked like they couldn't help laughing.

"So what!" Li Zhao snatched back the things in Du Rui's hand, "I've never seen a tattoo sticker, why are you laughing!"

Li Zhao got up early in the morning to pack his luggage, found a pile of old things in the mezzanine, and showed them to a few people, but Du Rui found a few stacks of tattoo stickers, and this guy immediately yelled at him, making everyone laugh at how little Li Zhao is. .

"I've seen tattoo stickers before." Jiang Wang pointed to the one in his hand and shrugged, "I've never seen high school students playing with this kind of silly tattoo stickers that are all 'lovelovelove'."

Several people burst into laughter again.

In fact, this matter is not very funny, just let Li Zhao look at it and make it funny.One second he was still showing off his exquisiteness, and he was wearing aromatherapy when he went out, and the next second he was exposed to the essence of soil-loving tattoo stickers.

Li Zhao grabbed Jiang Wang angrily, pressed the biggest "loveyouuntildeath" on his arm, and said viciously: "Then let you see it!"

In the end, when he finished being vicious, he found that a person couldn't operate. Looking around again, no one came to help him sprinkle water on the tattoo stickers, and he was suddenly sad.

"Ah! Damn it!" He roared self-destructively, "My mother doesn't allow me to get tattoos! Why don't I just buy some tattoo stickers quietly? Give me some face and put one on. Don't laugh! "

Facts have proved that selling miserable is useful.

Jiang Wang sighed, and took the initiative to call Du Rui: "Bring a bottle of mineral water."

"I'll go." Lin Zan said, thinking of getting some breakfast for Fang Xun by the way.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Fang Xun, his footsteps froze slightly, and then he trotted over unusually briskly.

"Are you awake?" He said with a smile, completely forgetting about getting water.

The weather was fine and the air in the mountains was fresh. Fang Xun stood quietly, looking at Lin Zan in front of him, and suddenly felt very good.

He clearly captured Lin Zan's series of movements.

From the light gathered in those eyes, to the corners of his mouth raised, and then his footsteps stopped for a moment, and he ran on the grass again, and the morning wind brushed his hair.

Meanwhile, smooth breathing collided with the mist between the two.

Those water vapor condensations that seemed to be there, like layers of barriers, were broken by him one by one.

The moment Lin Zan saw him, he came towards him without thinking.

The author has something to say:

call.It's over.Although still not very satisfied, but there is no way.I really want to express the emotional relationship of the characters as delicately as possible through some scene descriptions, but in fact, this requires a high sense of language in the text, and it must be smooth and not overly refined.But I really don't feel it recently, so I can only take it slowly.