Don't run after school next door!

This brisk and bright mood continued, but Li Zhao did not contact Miao Wei rashly.Although I understand my liking very well, there is no need to express it too quickly.

Genius, he thought of himself, genius in love.

The "genius" boy Li Zhao couldn't be said to be emotionally smooth, but his mentality was surprisingly good, and he soon became intoxicated in his unrequited love, while Fang Xun, who obviously had all the advantages, still couldn't see through himself mind.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, he finished editing the drawing and sat in front of the computer for a while.

The emotional ups and downs this afternoon were too high, and after I calmed down, my mind went blank for a while.He seemed to have solved that problem, and he relaxed for hours without thinking about it.

Now it's time to go to bed, and the night activates the emotional part of him again, and he suddenly thinks of Lin Zan's tears.

That was the first time he saw him cry.Although Lin Zan was always like a child, getting emotional at every turn, and he saw his red eyes several times, but those warm tears just slid down his cheeks, instantly setting off a wave of excitement in Fang Xun's heart. Unprecedented waves.

The little mole that always flashed beautifully when he laughed was also wet from tears, and he wanted to dry it with his fingers.

Later, when he came out of Lin Zan's house, Lin Zan still smiled and said goodbye to him, as if he had never cried at all, Fang Xun almost forgot.

But how can you forget it?

At this moment, the cool wind flowed from outside the window like water waves, surrounding him, and Lin Zan's face wet with tears appeared indistinctly in front of his eyes.

Fang Xun felt that something overflowed from his chest uncontrollably, his heart beat very slowly, playing out the slow rhythm amidst sadness and tenderness, so he sank deeper and deeper into his thoughts.

He shook his head, picked up his phone, and sent Lin Zan a message: Are you asleep?

Lin Zan should be holding the phone, and replied in less than a second: Not yet, what's the matter?

It was tens of kilometers away, but as soon as the news was transmitted, his wet face with a red nose from crying appeared more clearly in Fang Xun's mind.

Fang Xun said: Put a hot towel on the eyes tonight, otherwise it may be swollen.

Lin Zan felt a little embarrassed: it wasn't swollen.I just cried for two seconds, two seconds!

Fang Xun smiled softly and dialed the phone.

"Why?" Lin Zan was surprised, but also had an indescribable secret joy.

Fang Xun said, "One second is too much."

Lin Zan lowered his head, holding the mobile phone in one hand, and digging at the edge of the table with the other, his face blushed hopelessly again: "It's okay. I just couldn't hold it back, it doesn't matter."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that question." Fang Xun apologized, but he didn't say anything in the afternoon, and now he has to add such a sentence.

But if it wasn't for that problem, Lin Zan probably wouldn't have understood his partner's feelings so quickly. He didn't hold grudges about it, and said it again in a muffled voice: "It doesn't matter."

After finishing what they wanted to say, the two of them fell into a moment of silence, neither of them knew what to say, they held the phone tightly but were reluctant to hang up.

Lin Zan suddenly had an impulse in his heart.He knew that he liked Fang Xun, then what?What would Fang Xun think of his affection?

Will you be disgusted?

Or maybe not too annoying?

Lin Zan was really afraid that he would not even have to be friends.

But his heart was somewhat lucky, he thought, maybe he is special in Fang Xun's heart?Intimacy between boys is nothing, but sleeping with each other's arms until dawn is definitely not something that any friend can do.

Recalling the details of how they got along, Lin Zan also found many traces of his heartbeat, so what was Fang Xun thinking when his heart was beating?

Was there a moment when they were kissed by that sweet butterfly at the same time?In the dazed, dizzy atmosphere, did they regard each other's eyes as the only cool spring of life?

Lin Zan has never been so entangled like this moment.One moment I feel that my intuition is accurate, and the next moment I suspect that it is just an illusion.

Before he could sort out his thoughts, he heard Fang Xun's voice: "Am I the first one to make you cry?"

In the blink of an eye, it was as if shimmering fragments flew into his eyes. Lin Zan listened to him ask an unexpected question in a curious, forbearing, and in short, weird tone.

This... this question is so delicate.He was both surprised and somehow happy.

"I wasn't made to cry by anyone." Lin Zan couldn't say anything too weak, but he agreed in his heart that he was indeed crying because of Fang Xun.

Fang Xun was not very satisfied with the answer, frowned, and instinctively made him add another sentence: "No lying."

Damn it, Lin Zan's heart trembled suddenly with this order-like tone.A fine, soft anesthetic emerged from his bones, he was dazed, bit his lip and said, "You're an idiot."

Fang Xun was pleased by this sentence, and lowered his voice: "So this idiot made you cry?"

Lin Zan's heart was beating violently, just like a violent storm, but without the coolness, like a sultry summer night, the trees outside the glass window were swaying, the wind was horribly strong, and he was so hot in the room that he was about to melt.

This conversation was very weird, as if the radio waves did not exist, they were talking face to face.Not seeing each other's faces, the mysterious and lingering atmosphere is stronger and more private.

"Yeah." He could only admit that he was an idiot, he was made to cry by Fang Xun, and he was also made to laugh by Fang Xun.I like him, and my emotions are always controlled by him.

He was sincere alone, but Fang Xun was already dazed.

Just because he denied his instinct over and over again, and never dared to trust in love, he couldn't touch the truth for a long time.That kind of emotion accumulated to a certain level and was about to bottom out, but he didn't feel the danger at all.

He loves teasing Lin Zan so much, loves to get the satisfaction of possessiveness from him, and tirelessly says those things that he would never say to another person, don't he know what that is?

Time and time again, he was aroused by Lin Zan to be tyrannical and ruffian in his nature, and he also deceived himself and others to regard this kind of heartbeat and uncontrollable as abnormality of the body, a manifestation of sickness and fatigue.

Only sleep inadvertently broke his self-righteousness and shattered all illusions.

In the sound sleep like a cloud, wet red light danced on his closed eyes, playing absurd and tense scenes over and over again.

In the illusion where his sanity was still there, he thought he was just admiring Lin Zan's innocence, and was determined to protect him, just like protecting Fang Xuan.

So how does he explain this untimely excitement?His body was about to explode with excitement, a secret internal thread was tense, connecting his mind and his hands and feet, and the organ representing desire was tied in the middle, and the thing kept growing, playing with this fragile thread line.

Terrible power!The thread seemed to be broken any second.

Lin Zan in front of him was crying, tears pouring down one after another, twinkling, so pitiful as hell.

And what is Fang Xun doing?His breathing tightened, and he looked at him without blinking, staring at his tears, staring at the broken flowers of love/desire.

His Adam's apple rolled slowly, like a drop of water on a rock, falling down together with those tears, making a "tick" sound in the dark pool of water in his heart.

"You're crying for me, aren't you?" he asked in his dream.

He heard Lin Zan's soft answer in reality again: "Yes."

He also didn't care to distinguish when his consciousness was awake, the superficial and deep consciousness met and collided in the dream, and after all, his thoughts were completely exposed.

"It hurts?" He asked again, seemingly gently, and kissed the mole.

Lin Zan shook his head. He wanted to hurt him on purpose again. He pulled his chin and whispered unreasonably, "From now on, you are only allowed to cry for me."

No, no, who is talking?

He couldn't distinguish the boundary between dream and reality.He is afraid, wants to run away, wants to stay away from this picture.His eyelids fluttered uneasily, trying to open them.

At this time, a huge mirror stood up, Fang Xun raised his eyes in confusion, and looked at the mirror inside, but he saw an extremely strange self.

In the mirror, he hugged a man and kissed the man's hair obsessively.Then the man himself raised his eyes and gave him a contemptuous, indifferent glance.

The temperature of the whole dream was dropped by dozens of degrees, he was shivering from the cold, and opened his eyes suddenly.There was still a high fever under the quilt, but Fang Xun was surprisingly cold. His body was covered with cold sweat, as if he had passed through the water once.

There was a cool breeze blowing outside the window, and the morning star was shining in the blue sky.The room was gray, and countless gray and white dots seemed to be dancing in the void.

Fang Xun's mind was in chaos, he couldn't think about anything, and closed his eyes numbly.

At seven o'clock, Jiang Yue knocked on the door: "Xiao Xun, why haven't you woke up yet, you're going to be late for school."

Fang Xun only felt thirsty, couldn't lift his hands, and said hoarsely: "Please ask for leave, Mom."

Jiang Yue couldn't hear what he was saying, so she took the key and opened the door, walked to his bed anxiously, touched his forehead: "It's so hot! You have a fever."

"Please help me ask for leave first." Fang Xun closed his eyes again.

Jiang Yue was shocked: "Okay, okay, mom will ask you for leave, let's go to the hospital quickly."

"Don't go to the hospital." Fang Xun's voice was weak, but he insisted, "Take some antipyretics and you'll be fine."

His thoughts were light and wandering, but he clearly hated himself.When he saw Lin Zan crying, he didn't try to comfort him, but felt that his crying was touching.

Why is he so shameless?