Meet the scumbag Bai Yueguang

Fan Yao held the notebook in place for a long while, before he gently opened the notebook and turned to the title page.

Like the previous notebook, there are also words written here. Fan Yao squinted his eyes to look at it. It was a line of small characters written in an artistic style, which suddenly looked like a line of small hearts:

[If you like someone, he is like a love poem with beautiful and sincere sentences. When you see him, you can’t stop wanting to read, miss, and as you read, your miss becomes a miss, and your mouth turns into a heartbeat .

Even if he is sitting next to you, you still can't stop missing him, because he is not yours, so you can only think and read.

But even so, as long as I can see him every day, I can't stop being filled with joy. 】

Fan Yao read this line of small print over and over again, as if possessed.He didn't come back to his senses until the man downstairs screamed and howled.

The man's yelling did not wake up the person on the bed, who was still sleeping soundly.

Fan Yao's eyes lingered on that sleeping face, and then looked at the notebook in his hand again. He slowly turned a page. Unexpectedly, this notebook was written in the same way as the previous one, and there was nothing small about it. Fan Yao flipped through diaries such as compositions from beginning to end, and there were only flowers in them.

All kinds of petals, such as apricot blossom, plum blossom, rose and so on.

The time span is one and a half years.

This time there are no leaves. According to the previous notebook, for Du Mifan, flowers represent a good mood, and leaves represent a bad mood. The more petals, the better the mood, and the more leaves, the worse the mood.

So this notebook is all about the moments when he was in a good mood.

Fan Yao turned to the first page. There were four rose petals on it. It looked a little dehydrated, but the color was still gorgeous. Fan Yao gently pinched the petals to see the time on it:

July 4 was sunny.

This April 4rd should be the day when he fell in love with him. Obviously, this was recorded on Qingming Festival last year.

Fan Yao thought carefully about what happened last year during the Qingming Festival. Last year, they made an appointment to travel to K City...

Fan Yao stretched out his hand and continued to turn back. April 4th was cloudy, four petals; April 4th was cloudy, five petals; after seven days of petals, the date stopped for two days and then picked up again. The two days of stopping should be the weekend. There are no classes in school, so there are no records.

Are you really happy to see yourself?

Fan Yao continued to look back, and found that except for weekends and holidays, there were indeed flower petals every day, sometimes one, sometimes two or three, and there were many four or five petals.There are sometimes flower petals on weekends, most likely because the two have made an appointment to play together.

Fan Yao kept flipping back and stopped at one of the pages. Here were sunflower petals. There were five petals in total. It had been a year since the petals had lost their water. At the beginning of school.

At that time, Fan Yao came back from the countryside to escape the summer heat, and brought him a sunflower as big as two people's faces.

Is sending a sunflower worth five petals?Fan Yao continued to turn back, looking down, since a sunflower is worth five petals, why is the big red envelope he sent him at the beginning of the year only worth two petals?The big red envelope can't buy many sunflowers back.

Is it because I feel that I went to the country to play, but I still think about him and miss him in my heart, so I am very happy?

Fan Yao pulled the stool and sat down slowly, propping his chin with the palm of his hand, staring blankly at the page where there were no petals in the middle for 26 days.

Thoughts fluttered and turned, tossing and falling, and I couldn't tell what I was thinking.

The slender five fingers continued to turn back until August 8th, his birthday. Instead of putting petals in the notebook on this day, a crumpled note was placed.

The paper had obviously been rubbed vigorously by someone, and it was so wrinkled that it was still crumpled even if it was stuck in a book. Fan Yao slowly unfolded the paper and spread it out with his hands. Looking at the clock on it, it was marked with a cartoon villain. Clocks and watches, 12 villains in a circle represent 1-12.

Thanks to the homonym of the notebook password, Fan Yao is now very sensitive to numbers and other things, let alone this paper sandwiched on his birthday. He looked at the numbers on the clock for the first time and found that the hour hand pointed to 8. The minute hand points to 2, and the second hand points to 6. If it is changed to normal time, it will naturally be 8:10:30 in the morning or in the evening, but the scene at this time obviously cannot be seen this way.

Fan Yao looked at the villains in the watch, and all the villains outlined with a few strokes opened their mouths and laughed, all of them looked like they couldn't stop laughing.Fan Yao took a closer look at the three small figures representing the three numbers 8, 2, and 6. After watching for a while, he realized that the small figures seemed to be the same at first glance, but upon closer inspection, they would find slight differences. A small person is different from other gestures. Is this sign language?

Fan Yao didn't know much about sign language, so he took out his phone and checked it all, following the movements of the cartoon villain.

[-]st is good, [-]nd is like, [-]rd is math...[-]th is you...[-]th is me.....

Fan Yao put down his phone and looked at the paper, so 826 means - I like you.

Fan Yao tightened his grip on the note, and suddenly remembered the ball of paper that Mi Fan hastily stuffed into his pocket on his birthday.

It turned out that this was the piece of paper, a piece of paper with confession words written on it.

Mi Fan originally wanted to use his birthday to confess to him, but then gave up?

wrong.

Looking at the slightly curled appearance of the paper, Fan Yao thought that this paper must have been tightly folded by someone, and the marks on it were still deep.He thought of the music box that Mi Mi had given him, and the very secret hidden compartment he accidentally discovered on it.

So that's where the paper was originally placed?

Mi Fan once wanted to confess his love to himself, but he didn't do it blatantly, but hid it in a dark place, hoping on the fate and God's will of the two, hoping that he would find out one day, but he hoped that he would never find out. have always been conflicted...

Fan Yao turned to look at the unconscious person sleeping on the bed.

Du Bifan, who was dreaming sweet dreams in his sleep, probably never imagined that he had finally mustered up the courage to secretly express love to his sweetheart as a souvenir, but finally gave up because of the appearance of his childhood sweetheart and thought it was unnecessary, and put the paper in his notebook to make a mark , Who would want Fan Yao to decipher the meaning in less than 2 minutes.

The little friendships he implied were completely wiped out by Fan Yao, and there were no more secrets to speak of.

Fan Yao slowly closed the notebook in his hand and remained silent.

It is conceivable that if he stays away from Du Bifan and breaks the relationship between the two, this notebook will be completely broken starting tomorrow.

Or it won't be renewed, but there will be no more petals, but it will become full of withered and yellow leaves.

Kong Qinghua collected the invoice receipt handed over by the teacher, put it in his schoolbag, and got out of the long queue for registration.

Fan Yao, in white clothes and black trousers, stood under the sycamore tree with his hands in his pockets, his eyes drooping, staring at the ant nest in front of his feet in a daze.Kong Qinghua walked over and patted him on the shoulder, Fan Yao raised his head and glanced at him: "Reported?"

Kong Qinghua patted his schoolbag, indicating that the receipt was already in the bag, and greeted: "Are you hungry, let's eat first."

Fan Yao nodded, took his schoolbag off the mountain bike, straddled his back diagonally, stepped on the bike with his long legs, stepped on the pedal with his right foot, and made a gesture to go, Kong Qinghua quickly grabbed him and watched His face confirmed: "Is it really a piece of rice?"

Fan Yao's face was expressionless, and he threw off his hand directly. With a push on his right foot, he drove the bicycle slowly forward.

Kong Qinghua muttered something in a low voice, hurriedly pushed on the bicycle and followed.

The two rode their bicycles out of the school gate. Kong Qinghua was about to ask where to eat, but Fan Yao took the lead and rode westward.Kong Qinghua hissed, turned his head to look at the east intersection, but did not see Du Bifan's figure appearing.

He shook his head and smacked his lips: "What's the matter with a friend becoming a pursuer?"

The two went west and passed a fried restaurant. Fan Yao got out of the car straight away, locked the car, and strode into the shop. Kong Qinghua followed him in, looked at the menu on the table, and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Fan Yao: "Egg fried rice."

Kong Qinghua: "..."

At noon it was fried rice with eggs, now I eat fried rice with eggs, why didn’t I realize that you love fried rice with eggs so much.

He had nothing to say, seeing that the master was obviously in a bad mood, so he didn't talk nonsense, and ordered another fried rice with eggs.

While the two were waiting for dinner, Kong Qinghua poured him a cup of tartary buckwheat tea graciously, crossed his hands, rested his chin and mused for a while, and finally couldn't help asking: "What are you angry about?"

As soon as Fan Yao sat down, he took out his mobile phone to play games. He didn't even lift his head when he heard the words, and tapped his fingers on the screen quickly.

Kong Qinghua stretched his neck to see him killing all directions, retracted his neck, took a sip from the water glass, thought for a while and suggested: "Then how about a bottle of wine?"

Fan Yao was still killing his monsters.

No one answered him, Kong Qinghua asked about loneliness.Kong Qinghua was not a master willing to be lonely, and soon attacked again. His voice was so low that it could barely be heard by two people. Although the master opposite seemed to be concentrating on playing games, he just knew that this guy had listening to him.

"I don't understand what you're thinking." Kong Qinghua shook his head, "Isn't it because you found out that someone likes you? Why do you react so strongly?"

Fan Yao raised his head and glanced at him this time, his gaze was icy cold.

"Hey, hey, why are you staring at me? Did I say something wrong?" Kong Qinghua said "Hey" dissatisfied, depressed, "And he likes you, and you like him too. Since the two are happy together, it's okay , what is there to worry about?"

Fan Yao slowly closed the phone and looked up at him.

Kong Qinghua stared at him honestly.

Fan Yao: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Kong Qinghua folded his hands on his chest and sneered: "Why am I talking nonsense, don't you tell me you don't like him at all?"

Fan Yao's lips were tightly pursed into an unpleasant straight line, and his brows were deeply frowned.

The matter of good buddies is his own business, let alone the matter of two good buddies.Seeing that he was bored and silent, Kong Qinghua patiently talked to him: "You are so troubled because of him, when you guessed that he likes you, you even deliberately poured wine on people and peeked at his diary, doesn't that explain everything? "

Fan Yao looked at him silently.

"Mi Fan is not the first person to like you, nor is it the first person to express love to you. Do you care so much about other people's thoughts? You even secretly flipped through people's diaries. Don't you always respect other people's privacy? Is it? If it were someone else, you wouldn’t even bother to read the diary if it was opened and handed to you, right?”

Fan Yao pursed his lips and defended himself: "...That's because his password is my name."

Kong Qinghua said "huh" and hated him from the bottom of his heart: "You know it's your name, so you don't have to guess what is recorded in it? Then you still watch it, watch it for a heartbeat or watch it lively, and see how he loves you Like you? Are you stupid?"

Fan Yao: "..." He had nothing to say, turned around and closed his mouth.

Egg fried rice was quickly served, and the two began to eat. Kong Qinghua actually didn't like this, and thought it was dry. Just as he was about to ask the waiter for two bottles of soda, Fan Yao asked first, "Is there any egg drop soup?"

The waiter was a little girl who probably worked part-time. Looking at the two handsome men in front of her, her face flushed slightly, she nodded timidly: "Yes, two servings?"

Fan Yao glanced at Kong Qinghua: "One, get him a bottle of soda."

Seeing the little girl walking away, Kong Qinghua murmured softly, "Are egg drop soup and egg fried rice standard? You also ordered that at noon."

Fan Yao didn't answer and asked instead: "What do you think?"

Kong Qinghua: "..." I think you are eating explosives today.

Fan Yao scooped up a spoonful of rice and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed a couple of mouthfuls, and frowned.Kong Qinghua looked at his expression, tentatively stuffed a mouthful into his mouth, tasted it, and found the taste to be good, above average, at least much better than the one he ate at noon.

After taking one bite, Kong Qinghua was hungry. He waved the spoon and stuffed two big mouthfuls into his mouth. He took the time to ask, "Isn't it delicious?"

"Yeah." Fan Yao put down the spoon, showing a lack of interest.

Kong Qinghua swallowed the rice in his mouth: "..." No need to guess, the egg drop soup later will probably not taste good, just like at noon.

Sure enough, after Fan Yao took a sip of the egg drop soup, he stopped drinking it and watched Kong Qinghua feasting on his arms.

Kong Qinghua finished the rice in the bowl with a big gulp, opened the soda, and took a sip with his head up: "Why don't you eat, aren't you hungry?"

Fan Yao looked at the menu and ordered a fried noodle, and then he started to eat it.Seeing that he was eating deliciously, Kong Qinghua reached out to pick up a chopstick, tasted the taste, and thought: the taste is very ordinary, it is not as good as fried rice with eggs.

He drank the glass bottle of soda in a few sips, thinking: "Actually, I can probably guess what you are thinking."

Fan Yao concentrated on eating his noodles without saying a word.

Kong Qinghua smiled: "Do you feel that you seem to like him, but also don't seem to like him?"

Fan Yao gave his hand a meal.

Kong Qinghua understood: "I'm right."

Fan Yao slowly put down his chopsticks and looked up at him.

Kong Qinghua smiled at him: "I can understand your entanglement. After all, you are a slow-tempered person, and you can't get up to speed even if you are told to be fast. It takes time to adapt to being a good friend, let alone This kind of thing."

Fan Yao: "..."

Kong Qinghua stared into his eyes and gave him an idea: "You have a crush on him, otherwise you wouldn't care so much to find out whether he likes you or not. Since that's the case, why don't you just do it first, and you should be If you don’t know anything, just continue to be a good friend happily.”

Since both of them care about this friendship, it is better to shelve the dispute and continue to be good friends.What Kong Qinghua said was indeed true, but Fan Yao didn't think so at all, he shook his head: "Then what if I can't fall in love all the time? Or if this good feeling fades away quickly, isn't that just a joke? "

What he said was serious, but Kong Qinghua laughed out loud when he heard the words, he was flung back and forth, tears were coming out of his eyes.

"I said, Fan Beida, have you figured out the situation?! Are you only concerned about whether he likes you or not? Judging from the diary and what he said to you when he was drunk, compared to your love If you don't love him, Mi Fan obviously cares more about whether he can see you or not, and whether he can become friends with you. He doesn't have a strong desire for you. He will also enthusiastically ask to be your son's godfather, do you understand now?

You said how could there be such a stupid person in this world. "Kong Qinghua sighed with a smile.

He looked at Fan Yao's face that quickly smelt when he recalled it, and he couldn't laugh or cry.