Don't run after school next door!

The photo editing was very efficient this time, and Fang Xun finished it around nine o'clock. After sending the photo to the merchant, he leaned back in his chair and took a breath.

He was obsessed with the playlist he found yesterday, and it was still playing in a loop. He was hearing the cheerful and playful piano sound in Debussy's "Puppet Gait Dance". Head out to see him.

Fang Xun smiled, pulled off the earphones, and looked towards the door: "Xiaoxuan, what are you doing?"

With squinted eyes, Fang Xuan sneaked in from the door, closed the door and said, "Let me see if you've finished your work." She walked behind Fang Xun's chair, put her hand on his shoulder, "I just watched a video to learn massage, and I will massage your shoulders for you."

She only pressed twice, and Fang Xun's expression turned pale: "Wait, Xiaoxuan, you are too strong." This girl with strange powers hurts people like Fang Xun who don't blink when they fight.

Fang Xuan said "Huh?" and muttered, "But the teacher in the video said that it only works if you use a lot of force."

"Forget it," Fang Xun pulled her hand down, "Don't press it, lest you hurt your hand."

He unlocked his phone and clicked on the penguins: "I helped you grab the dress from last time."

"Wow!" Fang Xuan shook his shoulders excitedly, "I don't know when it will be sold again. Ahhh, brother, I love you!"

After being moved, she was a little shy again: "Next time, don't help me grab it, it's so troublesome. You are already busy, and you still pay attention to these things. Don't be like this in the future, really, really, it's just a skirt."

Fang Xun said, "It's just a skirt, I'll grab it, it doesn't matter."

The two were talking, when Jiang Yue's voice sounded outside the door: "Fang Xuan, are you bothering your brother again? He's tired of editing pictures."

Fang Xuan looked at Fang Xun awkwardly, puffed his cheeks, and whispered, "Then I'll go back to my room, thank you brother."

Fang Xun stood up: "Let's go, I'll take you back."

Fang Xuan laughed again: "You are exaggerating, it's only a few steps away, why send me off."

Fang Xun lowered his head and stretched out his index finger to touch her forehead: "Your brother is willing."

There is a desk in Fang Xuan's room. Jiang Yue didn't equip her with a computer, and there is only a tablet that Fang Xun bought for her on it, which is convenient for her to use in online classes.In addition to some textbooks and tablets, there is also a white storage box on the desk, on which are some gadgets that Fang Xun gave her, and Fang Xuan has to take them out to wipe every few days.

Fang Xun saw a miniature model that he hadn't seen before, and took a look at it: "When did you buy it? It's quite fine."

"This one!" Seeing the Eastern and Western Selection in his hand, he smiled brightly, "This is what Senior Lin Zan gave me!"

Fang Xun was taken aback, Lin Zan?He frowned: "Which Lin Zan?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Didn't you ask me why I was crying when I came back on Thursday? It was because of Senior Lin Zan. But he came to apologize to me on Friday. He said he was in a bad mood that day, and then sent I hope I forgive him."

Fang Xuan looked at the lifelike miniature model and was full of love: "He is really amazing, he made it himself."

Fang Xun looked at the model in his hand thoughtfully.No wonder Lin Zan said "again" to apologize for him in the afternoon, because he had already told Fang Xuan himself.

Fang Xuan gently took the model out of his hand, and said in a very cherished tone, "Brother, hold on tight, the things inside are movable, I almost dropped the small furniture inside before."

Realizing that his sister valued this little thing so much, Fang Xun immediately became vigilant: "Why did he give you a house? How can a boy give a girl a house casually?"

Fang Xun was happier on the contrary, and introduced the meaning of this house: "This is a study room! He said he hoped that I would improve my studies! There are a lot of books in it. I took it out and looked at it. The pages can be turned, although they are blank. And that desk is so beautiful, and the desk lamp on it is also very special, and the senior even connected a small light bulb, which can be turned on by pressing the switch next to it."

This is simply unbearable level.

Fang Xun was displeased, that miniature model was not a dollhouse bought casually on a shopping website, it looked like it was designed by myself and then made with various raw materials, it took a lot of thought and time to make it.

Although it is only a study room, every detail is exquisitely done. There is a fluffy carpet under the desk, a bright overhead lamp and a unique lamp shape, double-open wooden bookcases, and a retro-style ladder for easy access to books, and carved handrails , beautiful and increased friction.

A finished product of this level, he gave it to Fang Xuan, who had offended him when they met for the first time. Even if it was an apology, the degree of care in it was too much.Is it an apology, or an ulterior motive?not allowed.strongly oppose.

Seeing his gloomy face and not speaking for a long time, Fang Xuan asked anxiously: "Brother, should I not accept gifts from others?" She defended in a low voice, "I also gave gifts to seniors, and this It’s an apology, not a random gift from a boy.”

"No, it's okay to choose a small election." Fang Xun calmed down and asked, "Did he tell you anything else?"

Fang Xuan said: "Well, he said that he hoped that I would forgive him, and then encouraged me to work hard and study. If there are questions that I don't understand, I can go to him."

Sure enough, Fang Xun's eyes became colder.He stroked Fang Xuan's hair, strangled Lin Zan's "bad intentions" in wanting to meet Xiao Xuan again, and said, "You don't need him to teach you. If you don't understand, go home and ask your brother."

"But," Fang Xuan looked at him innocently, "Senior Lin Zan is number one in his grade."

Fang Xun tried to persuade: "He is in the second grade of high school. You are not on the first floor. If you often go to him, it will disturb others. You can go home and ask your brother, and you will not disturb him anyway."

"Okay." Fang Xuan nodded, and smiled coquettishly, "And not everyone is as patient as you, and it doesn't bother you to teach it no matter how many times. Brother is the best!"

weekend.

Fang Xun was halfway through editing pictures at home, but Li Zhao and the others forcibly dragged him out of the house.In the taxi, Li Zhao stretched out his arms to wrap around Fang Xun's shoulders: "Sitting at home all day, doesn't your butt hurt? We must go to your house to arrest someone."

Fang Xun said lightly: "That's work."

"Model worker." Li Zhao boasted perfunctorily. He is a rich second generation. He is pampered lawlessly at home, so he doesn't need to worry about anything. Naturally, he doesn't understand his behavior of wasting his youth and making himself suffer.

Fang Xun didn't care too much, just asked him: "Where are you going?"

In addition to the two of them, Du Rui was also sitting in this car. This guy spoke the most frivolously, and rushed to say: "Entertainment club." After speaking, he raised his eyebrows.

Fang Xun glanced at him indifferently: "How many of us are suitable?"

"Tsk," Li Zhao felt rather bored, "Du Rui, it's no fun joking with him like this, I suspect he's actually an ascetic." Then he turned to Fang Xun and said, "It's an entertainment club run by my cousin. It’s a hot place, quite clean, we just eat and sing.”

"Singing?" Fang found some interest, "That's fine."

After all, Li Zhao hasn't been with him for a long time. Seeing that his smile is not right, he hurriedly asked Du Rui, "Don't tell me, you only grow up like him, and he is actually Maiba?"

"No," Du Rui shook his finger, "after listening to his singing, you will want to make him dumb."

"Hahahahahahaha." Several people laughed.

Du Rui wasn't exaggerating, Fang Xun really sang...indescribably.Mingming's voice is in good condition, and his timbre is deep and pleasant, but he can't find the pitch at all, and he can't put in normal emotions. He sang a good song quite devilishly.

"The feeling of being able to sing "Lying" like "To You Who Arrives Long Ago" is awesome." Li Zhao was simply amazed.

Lin Yanyan made up the knife next to him: "This is not the most awesome, the awesome thing is that he can sing the whole song without feeling a problem at all."

"I'm getting goosebumps, no, no, no." Li Zhao still lacked Fang Xun Mo's beating, and was not used to it at all, so he grabbed the microphone in his hand, "Listen to brother."

The scene when he sang the birthday song in front of Lin Zan was very tragic, but Fang Xun didn't hate singing, and he didn't care about the teasing of his brothers.He sang enough, smiled and shook his hand: "I'm going to the bathroom."

The location of this clubhouse is high-end, the environment is very good, the bathroom is also decorated in a very stylish way, bright and clean, the fragrance wafts in the air, but it is a bit sweet, which Fang Xun doesn't like very much.

While washing his hands, he noticed that the hand sanitizer here was from Zu Malone, and he hesitated to use it, fearing that the smell would be strange.He is still sensitive to smells, and he thinks that bad smells are even more unpleasant than bad smells.

Somehow, the tip of his nose faintly smelled a special fragrance, which reminded him of the scene when he took the photo yesterday. At that time, the perfume in the perfume bottle seemed to have escaped a little. Mint and grass mixed with wood, clear and gentle.

The Proust effect, the term comes to mind.Smelling the same aroma reminds me of that time.

"You're not coming, is it an appointment?" A voice suddenly came from the side, so familiar that Fang Xun doubted his ears.Is there such a coincidence?

He looked at the person standing by the wall, it was really Lin Zan.

Lin Zan didn't notice him, she lowered her eyes and was seriously on the phone.It seems to be his father on the other end of the phone, because he asked again: "Mom said busy, and you said busy, I thought you both had the same job."

He seemed very angry, and his fingers gripped the phone very hard, but his whole hand trembled slightly.Because the lights here are too bright, Fang Xun can easily see his red eyes.

Lin Zan bit her lower lip, listened to the explanation, and then said loudly: "Last time my birthday was on a weekday and you didn't come, so why don't you come when I specially invite you to come on Sunday?"

Fang Xun had no intention of listening to the corner, and gave up using the hand sanitizer from the fragrance brand, pulled out a tissue and wiped his hands before leaving.But as soon as he threw the tissue into the trash can, he heard the man say, "Forget it if you don't come."

He spoke very fast and his tone was decisive, he probably wanted to say something harsh.But his voice was really low and hoarse, and he couldn't hide his grievances well, so he lost his momentum again.

He himself noticed this very quickly, and felt that he was extremely ashamed, unable to suppress his emotions, he threw his mobile phone into the trash can angrily.

Fang Xun was too close, he caught it reflexively, his palms felt numb.

Only then did Lin Zan notice him, and looked over with red eyes, his eyes were filled with many things, including embarrassment, surprise, and the mist that almost didn't go away.

Fang Xun raised his eyes and looked at him: "I probably know what it looks like when you throw away the things Xiaoxuan gave you in a fit of anger."

The author has something to say:

Whenever I am angry and want to drop my phone, I will silently put down the half-raised phone because of poverty, so my protagonist must be able to throw it at will! (Although I don’t know if this has any psychological comforting effect QAQ)