Meet the scumbag Bai Yueguang

Fan Yao turned off the light in the living room, and walked upstairs slowly in his slippers, holding a gift bag in his hand. He pushed open the door of his bedroom, put the gift bag on the desk, and sat down on the stool.

What was in the bag was a music box. When everyone parted in the afternoon, what Tsinghua University gave him was a birthday present from Du Bifan. Although the other party had vomited a lot of wine, he was obviously drunk. The two returned to the private room and lay down directly. He fell asleep on the table, the deafening music didn't wake him up, and the last birthday present was given by |□□|he.

Fan Yao looked at the music box on the table, moved his fingers, and opened the lid. It was a wind-up music box. Fan Yao fumbled to find the button, wound it up a few times, and the melodious pure music sounded very quickly.

There are only two songs, one is a lullaby, the rhythm is soothing and smooth, and the other is very familiar. After listening to it for a while, Fan Yao recognized the song. It is a very famous song and is widely sung. The name of the song is " like you".

Fan Yao listened to the melodious music in his ears, his expression was obscure.

He remembered the wish that Mi Fan told him in the bathroom. At first hearing the wish, he only felt that Du Bifan had a deep friendship with him, but after careful consideration, he felt that the connotation in the words was wrong. Do good friends really need such a promise?

Plus those reddened eyes.

Everything speaks for itself.

Du Mifan's emotions have always been restrained, so it's not right to express so much importance to himself.

The only explanation is that he was drunk and completely broken.Alcohol is a very magical thing, it can strengthen people's courage, and it can also disintegrate people's will. After drinking two bottles of wine, Du Bifan uttered those tender thoughts that were pressed down in his heart and could not be expressed.

Before the music was over, Fan Yao closed the box with a "snap", and cut off the sentence "I like you, those eyes are beautiful, and your laughter is even more charming".

He touched his phone and checked the time. It was 22:10, and it was five o'clock in the afternoon to send Du Mifan back. It had been five hours, and he might have woken up from the wine. Thinking of this, Fan Yao dialed the phone.

The phone rang for a while and no one answered it. Fan Yao was about to hang up when someone picked it up.

"Fan Yao?" Du Mifan's slightly hoarse voice came to Fan Yao's ears along the phone, along with the clear and shallow nasal voice that was sleepy.

Fan Yao paused for a moment, stood up, walked slowly to the window, leaned against the wall, and asked, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" He thought he was very angry, but he didn't realize that there was something in his voice that he didn't even notice. Gentle and soft.

There was a rustling sound of fabric rubbing over there, as if Du Mifan turned around and closed the quilt again: "It's not uncomfortable, when did I fall asleep? Did you send me back?"

Fan Yao stretched out his hand and completely opened the curtains, letting the night wind blow into the room. Looking at the night outside, he replied softly, "Tsinghua and I sent you back."

Du Bifan laughed and said in a soft voice, "Oh, I fell asleep for your birthday, I'm sorry."

Fan Yao: "It's okay."

After saying this, neither of the two spoke again, only the sound of each other's shallow breathing wandered back and forth between the earpieces.After a while, Du Mifan laughed again and called him: "Fan Yao."

"Hmm." Fan Yao came back from his thoughts, and unconsciously scratched his finger on the window sill slowly, and after a while he said, "Do you still remember what you said to me in the bathroom?"

Du Bifan's confused voice came through the phone: "What?"

Sure enough, I don't remember.Fan Yao pressed his fingers between his eyebrows, and heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't know whether he felt more relaxed or more bored. Since he couldn't get the information he wanted to know, Fan Yao simply hung up the phone: "Then go to sleep, I hung up."

"...Oh, okay, see you at the beginning of school."

"Ah."

Fan Yao put away the phone and threw it on the big bed, then went back and closed the curtains tightly, making the room feel stuffy.The curtains were opened when he first entered the room, and they were closed as soon as he entered the room, and then he opened them again when he called, and now they are closed again...

If the curtains could talk, they would surely complain secretly: You are not in a good mood, why do you have to toss me back and forth?

Du Bifan didn't know that his elaborate camouflage had been exposed, so he moved a stool, sat around the table, took out the skewered hawthorns and put them in the sugar water, turning them a little bit to color them with sugar.

There are apples and bananas he prepared next to it.

After serving a good hawthorn, Du Bifan fished it out and put it on the porcelain plate next to him. While busy, he said, "I should buy some walnuts. The walnut kernels are delicious even with sugar."

Fan Yao came to his place the day before school started, nominally to play with him.Du Mifan just came back from working in the hotel, and was sitting on the bed, resting and swiping his phone, and happened to find out how to make candied haws.As soon as he saw him coming, he was gearing up to make it for him. Fan Yao had no interest in candied haws, but he didn't refuse when he heard the words, and let him do the work.

Seeing people sitting with their backs to themselves.Fan Yao sat at the desk in peace and pulled the other party's schoolbag to look at it. After looking at it for a while, he found a light blue notebook. It was still a notebook with a password. It looked very similar to the cover of his joke book. Fan Yao I took the notebook and looked up, down, left, and right for a while, and then looked at the password position.

Three 3s, he thought for a while and pressed the switch button, but it didn't turn on.

It seems that this notebook has set up a password on purpose.

Fan Yao stuffed the notebook back to its original position, stood up and walked around the room, and slowly came to stand next to Du Bifan.

Du Bifan was cooking very fast, and within a short while all the hawthorn skewers were ready. He was putting a red star apple into the sugar water. When he saw him coming, he thought he was hungry, so he picked up the frozen candied haws and handed them To him: "Try?"

The hawthorns are bright red, and the boiled rock sugar is slightly yellow. When they are superimposed together, the color is bright and they look very appetizing. Do you have a headache after drinking alcohol?"

Du Bifan didn't know what he meant, so he answered honestly, "No, I will want to sleep."

Fan Yao glanced at him, thoughtful, then smiled, "Then I'll go buy a few cans of beer to drink."

"?" Du Mifan was a little confused by his whim: "Do you want to drink?"

Fan Yao picked up his key from the table, opened the door and prepared to go out: "Well, buy some more pig's trotters, just drink."

Fan Yao's movements were quick, Du Mifan just finished handling the remaining bananas, and he opened the door with a food bag in hand.

I didn't buy much wine, just four bottles, two bottles per person. I bought a lot of pig's trotters, wrapped in oiled paper, and still warm, with some condiments on the side, so that those who like heavy mouth can dip in the condiments.

Du Bifan turned off the electric heating pot, came over with a porcelain plate of candied haws, saw the big bag of pig's trotters, and said with a smile: "I bought so much, and I said steamed rice, these are enough for the two of us."

Fan Yao took his big plate and put it on the desk, motioning him to sit down: "Then don't do it, it will save you trouble."

"Okay." Du Mifan was relieved.

Fan Yao handed them two disposable gloves, and after that, each of them opened a bottle of beer and took a sip himself. Du Mifan put on the gloves and took a pig's trotter and gnawed slowly. The can in front of him pushed forward, signaling him to drink too.

Du Mifan watched him move: "Didn't you never drink? Why did you think of buying wine today?"

Fan Yao took a sip of the wine, gently stroked the words on the bottle with his fingertips, looked up at him, and took another sip: "Suddenly I want to drink."

"..." Du Mifan felt that his eyes were strange.

The two of them stopped talking after eating, and each occupied one side of the table to eat by themselves. Du Mifan ate two pig's trotters, saw Fan Yao drinking with his head up, so he followed suit, and quickly drank a can When it was over, Fan Yao opened another can for him.

Fan Yao only ate a little bit of pig's trotters and stopped eating. He propped his head, his eyes fell on the face of the person opposite, he swept away after a few breaths, and then went back again. This time his eyes were full of oil, A few breaths fell on her pink and oily lips and floated away.

Du Mifan happily ate four pig's trotters, two apples, three bananas, and two bunches of hawthorn candied haws, and took two cans of beer.After eating, I feel my stomach is full again, my body is warm, and my head is also confused.

Seeing that he had finished both bottles of beer, Fan Yao put down the beer in his hand and began to eat the pig's trotters. He slowly finished eating a pig's trotter and put the bone on the table. He poked his dazed head lying on the table lightly: "Drunk?" He asked softly.

Du Bifan put his hands on both sides of his head, and pulled his head up, like pulling a white radish.After pulling it out for a long time, he finally supported his heavy head, and supported it with his palm to prevent it from falling: "I'm not drunk." Du Mifan shook his head dumbly.

Looking at his appearance, Fan Yao suddenly realized that the person in front of him was probably the most disguised person he had ever seen since he grew up. For example, now, he was obviously too drunk to lift his head, and his eyes still looked clear. His demeanor and tone of voice were no different.

Fan Yao moved the stool towards him, looked into his eyes, and asked softly, "Tell me, is there anyone you like?"

Du Bifan looked at him straight in the eye, imitated his appearance after watching for a while, covered his mouth and whispered to him: "Tell me, is there anyone you like?"

Fan Yao straightened up: "Tsk."

He thought for a while and took out the blue notebook from the schoolbag hanging beside him, and waved it in front of him: "What's written in it?"

Du Bifan squinted at him and smiled without making a sound.

Fan Yao moved closer, stretched out his hand to caress his head, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know who I am?"

Du Mifan sniffed his nose lightly, moved his eyeballs, the smile on his face before was much more sincere, and he said happily: "Fan Yao, you are Fan Yao."

Fan Yao withdrew his hand and sniffed his sleeves. He could smell nothing but the faint fragrance of laundry detergent.

"The answer is correct." Fan Yao patted his head and praised him, raised the diary in his hand, and asked softly, "Now can you tell me what is written in it?"

Du Mifan stretched out his hand and rubbed his nose, muttered: "Fan Yao." Before Fan Yao could respond, he muttered again: "Fan Yao."

Fan Yao withdrew his hand and looked at the notebook in front of him, not sure if Du Mifan called him by his name subconsciously, or told him that the memory in it was all about him.

Fan Yao looked at the notebook again for a while, lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, and asked, "What's the password?"

Du Bifan rested his chin on his palm and looked at him quietly.

Fan Yao reached out and touched his head, then lowered his voice again: "Tell me, what is the password."

Du Bifan moved his nose again, frowned as if thinking hard, and whispered a number.

Fan Yao didn't hear clearly, and leaned over: "What?"

Du Mifan smelled the scent coming towards him, and smiled even more happily, muttering in a low voice: "511." After finishing, he muttered another sentence, this time Fan Yao was close enough to hear everything clearly.

His eyelashes trembled violently a few times, he retracted his body, and sat back on his stool.

He didn't ask any more questions for a long time, and Du Bifan's head began to drop, apparently he was too sleepy, Fan Yao came back from his thoughts and said, "Go to sleep if you're sleepy."

The drunk Du Mifan is really obedient, it should be said that the drunk Du Mifan is really obedient in front of Fan Yao, he will do whatever Fan Yao asks him to do, he stands up with his hands on the table, staggers towards the bed, obediently He took off his shoes and went to bed to find a place to sleep. He huddled in the corner with his hands on his stomach obediently, looking cute and pitiful.

Seeing that he closed his eyes, Fan Yao stood up and planned to cover him with a quilt, but Du Mifan opened his eyes again, looking at him with an aggrieved expression: "I can't sleep."

Fan Yao stood by the bed and looked at the face sunk in the pillow. Perhaps it was because of drinking, the corners of Du Mifan's eyes were tinged with pink, and his cheeks were also bright red. Like a poor puppy.

Fan Yao bent his knees and leaned on the edge of the bed, pulled the quilt over his body, and said softly, "Don't talk, just close your eyes and fall asleep."

"Oh." Du Mifan replied, and obediently closed her eyes again. This time, she didn't open her eyes again, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Fan Yao sat by the bed and watched his sleeping face silently for a while, then his gaze fell on the blue-covered notebook on the table.

The password of the notebook is 511, which is a homonym for me (of) Yaoyao, which Du Mifan told him just now.After exploring it now, it is clear whether Du Mifan really likes him, and the password number is enough to explain everything.

The reason why this notebook is specially set with a password is because the records in it are no longer full of cold jokes like the previous one. What is recorded in this notebook is his affairs, and his Fan Yao's affairs.

Whether to watch or not to watch is not important anymore, the question he wanted to find out has already been answered.

Fan Yao got off the bed, stood there silently for a while, turned around and walked towards the door, took two steps, stopped again, and turned to look at the unconscious person.

Du Mifan seemed to be having some sweet dreams, muttered something in his mouth, turned over, faced Fan Yao's direction, and smiled lightly.

Suddenly, Fan Yao couldn't move forward. He stood there looking down at the person on the bed for a long time, moved his feet, turned around, walked slowly to the table, picked up the notebook, moved his fingers slightly, After turning the combination lock, 511, the three numbers were turned to the corresponding positions, and Fan Yao pressed the button with his finger.

With a soft "click", the notebook opened.