Meet the scumbag Bai Yueguang

Life in the third year of high school was stressful and busy, and everyone was tense. Du Mifan even worked hard to get a scholarship and get into a good university!

He had dark circles on his head, carried his schoolbag on his back and went upstairs weakly, in a trance, and almost rolled down the stairs with his foot on an empty bone.

"..." Fan Yao grabbed him by the collar, straightened him, and then dragged him downstairs. Du Mifan followed in a daze and went down two flights of stairs, then came back to his senses, " Why go?"

Fan Yao said concisely: "Go to eat."

Du Bifan pointed to the bag in his hand: "Isn't it grocery shopping?"

Fan Yao pulled him to the first floor, opened the door, and walked northward with the night breeze, finally stopped at the door of a porridge shop, led someone in, and ordered a big bowl of lean meat porridge for each of them. I asked for steamed buns again.

Du Mifan obediently sat down beside him: "Want to drink porridge?"

Fan Yao didn't answer him, and motioned him to take off his schoolbag and put it on the table, then nodded his head and let him lie on the table.

The heater in the shop was turned on very hot, Du Mifan lay on the table looking at him in bewilderment: "What's wrong?"

Fan Yao took out his mobile phone and checked the time: "The steamed stuffed buns are sold out, I want to make them now, so let's take a nap while it's time."

Du Mifan stretched his head to look at the kitchen: "Want to make it now?"

"Ah."

Du Bifan's face was filled with joy, and he felt relieved: "Okay, then I'll sleep for a while."

Sometimes people are very strange. It is obviously time, but they always feel that the time spent waiting for food seems to be a free time given by God. It is extra, so you should rest and relax. You have to use this time to make money. .

Fan Yao tugged at his collar, put the hat on his head, and patted him: "Stop talking, go to sleep."

Du Bifan lay down on the table in peace and began to sleep soundly. He was indeed miserable, and now the room was warm again. Once he lay down like this, he fell asleep almost instantly.

Sitting next to him, Fan Yao pressed his phone for a while and watched a few funny videos. He turned his head and glanced over. Seeing that he was fast asleep, he stretched out his fingers and pinched the top of his hat. Half of Du Mifan's face buried in his arms was vaguely revealed out.

Fan Yao raised his mobile phone and took two pictures of it. After finishing, he put away his mobile phone and glanced around casually. There were not many people in the store, and there was a couple sitting in the corner, feeding their meals.

Fan Yao propped his head on his left hand and watched the couple feed for a while, then turned his head back to look at the people around him, remembering the changes in the notebook he saw before.I don't know if it's because he's gotten a lot closer to this person recently, and six or seven petals, or even a dozen or so, have begun to appear in the diary.

I also don't know what the upper limit of petals is.

Fan Yao picked up Du Bifan's schoolbag from the table, took out the test paper, and looked at his progress today. After looking around, he thought it was not bad, and made fewer and fewer mistakes. No wonder, he has progressed to the second grade. , I have also won the scholarship several times, so naturally I made fewer and fewer mistakes.

Fan Yao stuffed the paper back, took out a black wallet from inside, opened it, looked at it, and counted it, thinking: this is the thickest wallet since I just started working after the Chinese New Year. Very thin, even thinner than his poorest wallet.

The boss came over with the buns and was about to put them on the table. Fan Yao stopped him softly, signaling to warm them up first, and then wait.The boss glanced at Du Bifan, who was sleeping and didn't know anything about personnel, smiled understandingly, and took the buns back.

Du Bifan woke up after sleeping for nearly half an hour, and was awakened by the smell of steamed stuffed buns hungry. She raised her head and asked, "Is the steamed stuffed bun still good?"

"Okay." Fan Yao put away his phone and shouted to the back kitchen, "Boss, our steamed stuffed bun."

The meat of the steamed stuffed bun was fragrant and plump. Du Bifan swallowed one big mouthful, and recalled: "Why do I feel that this is not freshly steamed, has it been left for a while?"

Fan Yao picked one up with his chopsticks and ate it slowly. Hearing this, he looked at him with a natural expression: "It was just steamed."

Du Bifan was puzzled: "Really? The noodles are a bit dull."

Fan Yao lowered his head and ate the buns and meat porridge seriously, without speaking.

The two of them left the porridge shop after eating. Du Bifan saw a seller of thin-skinned walnuts on the side of the road, and went to buy them. When he came back, his face was full of doubts.

Fan Yao waited at the intersection, watching him thinking hard: "What's wrong?"

"My money is wrong." Du Bifan took out his wallet and counted it carefully, scratching his head, "I remember I spent 100 yuan yesterday, why is there an extra [-] yuan?"

Fan Yao: "I remember wrong."

Du Bifan shook his head: "Impossible, I keep accounts every day." After finishing speaking, he looked at him suspiciously, "It's not like you let it go."

Fan Yao calmly let him watch: "Why should I put you 100 yuan?"

Du Mifan saw that his expression did not seem to be fake, and scratched his head: "That's right."

Fan Yao turned his head to look at the road ahead, and couldn't help laughing after taking only two steps.

As soon as he smiled, Du Mifan scratched him with a smile of "as expected": "Still saying it wasn't you?!"

Fan Yao raised his hand to block his rushing hand, and said with a smile, "Are you free or not? You keep accounts every day." I thought that the release of 100 yuan and 100 yuan would always be unnoticed, so why would I want to turn around? It was discovered.

What Du Bifan said made sense: "Of course I have to write it down. I will remember your account, Tsinghua's, and Mingying's." After speaking, he spread five fingers towards him, indicating, "This is the number I borrowed from you. I remember it in my mind, and I will pay it back when I earn money.”

Speaking of which, he actually never asked Fan Yao to borrow money, and Fan Yao was willing to buy it for him every time, but he just had to keep an account, and wrote down one after another. Fan Yao accidentally saw his account book, "Accidentally" soaked in water, I thought this account would be over, but Du Mifan's head was as meticulous as a machine, and when he turned around, he re-wrote it in the notebook from memory, in order to prevent being caught by Fan Yao again. "Accidentally" soaked in water, and he also locked the drawer.

Fan Yao put away the smile on his face when he heard this, and slapped him on the back of the head angrily: "Idiot."

On the day before the college entrance examination, Mingying brought her sister's lipstick from home, wiped it on her lips, and printed a red lipstick mark on the chest of Kong Qinghua's short-sleeved school uniform.

Kong Qinghua was wearing the school uniform with lipstick marks, his face was glowing, he went up the stairs arrogantly, passed by a class of classrooms, went in and wandered around, and stopped in front of Fan Yao for him to see. Ser: "Do you have any?"

Fan Yao's white short sleeves were clean: "..."

Kong Qinghua finished shivering at Fan Yao, went back to his classroom, and let Du Mifan, who was busy packing his schoolbag, look at it: "This, is there any?"

Du Bifan saw the lip marks on his chest at a glance: "..."

Kong Qinghua flicked the lipstick mark with his fingers in a serious manner, with a face of hypocritical distress: "What to do, I can't clean it up, Yingying is really good, a good piece of clothing, it was wasted for nothing."

Du Bifan: "..." Actually, you can try washing it with water a few times.

He didn't say this, for fear of being beaten.

Kong Qinghua looked at his clothes: "Did someone give you lipstick stamps?"

Du Bifan shook his head honestly: "No."

Kong Qinghua is not an individual. Hearing this, he suggested with a smile: "Why don't I get the lipstick for you, and if you draw a lip print on your place, it will be treated as someone left it for you?"

Du Mifan answered him with a half smile: "...Thank you."

Kong Qinghua waved his paw with a smile: "You're welcome."

Du Bifan gave him a blank look.

Kong Qinghua had just finished flirting with Fan Yao, and Bai Lin went upstairs to look for Fan Yao. He came to look for Fan Yao many times, but Fan Yao turned a blind eye to him.

Holding a pen in his hand and a school uniform jacket, Bai Lin sat down beside Fan Yao, and said softly, "Yaoyao, you're graduating soon, leave me a memory."

Fan Yao flipped through his own book and ignored him.

Bai Lin yelled several times but did not receive a response, his face was sad, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Yaoyao..."

Fan Yao closed the book, stood up and left the classroom.

Sitting there by himself, Bai Lin's face turned blue and pale, it was extremely ugly.

Fan Yao went downstairs to buy a bottle of water, went upstairs slowly, stood outside the classroom and glanced around, and saw that Bai Lin was still sitting there, turning his head and talking to the boy next to him.

He turned around with the water and went to the outside of Class [-] classroom. He didn't go in, but looked in through the transparent glass window.Kong Qinghua still flaunted his short sleeves with lip prints on his head. Fan Yao looked down at his clean chest, and then at Du Bifan's chest, who was lying on the table to help his classmates write their classmate records. As clean and white as myself.

After paying for it for a while, Fan Yaosi went downstairs again, went to buy oil paint brushes, picked among many colors, and finally chose the bright red one. He rubbed it on his fingertips to try the color, and it was even brighter than Kong Qinghua's red.

Fan Yao closed the cap of the pen, paid the money, and walked away satisfied with the pen.

As soon as he reached the third floor, he met Du Bifan who was running towards him.Du Bifan was holding a notebook in his hand, and laughed when he saw him, full of teasing: "There is a girl in our class who wants you to write a classmate record, she is embarrassed to come to you, so she sent me over." Ben handed over the watercolor pen again, and said with a smile, "Here, let's fill it in."

Fan Yao didn't refuse. He took the notebook and turned to the blank page. Looking at the columns, he picked and filled in a few. He didn't fill in the items like dreams and aspirations. The ones he filled in were all basketball stars he liked by height and gender.

Du Mifan pointed to the wish: "Why is the wish not fulfilled, what is your wish?"

Fan Yao casually flipped forward two pages, stopped, looked at the words above, scanned around, closed the pen, and handed the book back to him: "May the world be peaceful."

Du Bifan smiled and thumped him: "To be honest."

Fan Yaosi paid and shook his head: "I don't have any wishes, I'm probably a salted fish without dreams."

Without wishes, you are a salted fish without dreams.This is what Du Bifan filled in the column of classmates' wishes.

"..." Du Bifan was silent for a moment, then began to hit him angrily, "Don't imitate me!"

When Fan Yao returned to the classroom, Bai Lin just turned around after talking with the boy behind him. Fan Yao glanced at his gesture of talking and laughing at Yan Yan, and then at the boy behind who looked like he hated seeing each other late, and turned around. Sit down in your place.

Seeing that he was back, Bai Lin's eyes lit up, and he opened his mouth to speak. Seeing that he was going to be pitiful again, Fan Yao didn't let him go this time, and said softly, "Get out."

Bai Lin was stunned for a moment, with grievance and anxiety floating on his face.

Fan Yao watched him frowning and wronged Bala, thought for a while and said, "It's fine not to go out, just don't talk to me."

After making the other party shut up smoothly, Fan Yao took out the oil paint pen from his pocket, and began to write his name on the draft paper over and over again.

His handwriting is as confident and arrogant as his own, and his name has been written for so many years, with a stroke of outline and smooth flow, but he writes it over and over again like he is obsessed with his own name, changing the font from time to time, as if he is savoring How to write better.

Fan Yao didn't sign Bai Lin's autograph, but there were obviously many people who wanted to autograph Bai Lin. By the time the last class of the third year of high school was over, Bai Lin's originally white school uniform jacket was already densely written with names. , almost have to commit intensive phobia.

With a smile on his face, Bai Lin went to Du Bifan with clothes full of classmates' wishes, and asked him to sign for him.After acquaintance, it's nothing to sign an autograph. Du Bifan looked at his clothes with a pen and hesitated: "Where to sign?" The autographs are already full.

He was just about to talk about finding a place on his back, but Bai Lin pointed to the only blank space near his chest and said, "There's no room, so let's sign here."

Du Bifan's hand holding the pen stopped in the air.

Bai Lin's entire dress was covered with names, except for the space on his chest, which was not too small. At least five or six people's names could be signed.Du Mifan reckoned that the most central piece was reserved for Fan Yao, but Fan Yao obviously wouldn't sign it for him, so it would remain empty.

But this is also just right, it makes people feel that there is no one in his heart in a trance, and the spare tires around his chest that are signed the most recently have a chance to enter his heart.

Du Mifan is one of Bai Lin's spare tires.

Du Bifan was silent for a while, grabbed the pen and picked up the corner of his clothes, and wrote his name on the bottom corner of the clothes.

I am the most marginal figure in your life, and I am not worthy of your painstaking efforts.This is what he wanted to convey to Bai Lin.

Bai Lin didn't know if he understood, so he held his clothes and stared at him for a long time.