New year greeting

"Doctor Feng, are you unable to accept him, or yourself who likes him?" Lin Huan's voice brought Feng Deng back to reality, "If you cannot accept him, will you give up on him?"

Feng Deng remained silent and turned to look at Song Xinyuan.Song Xinyuan was playing with his mobile phone, and when he noticed Feng Deng's gaze, he hurried over. He glanced at Lin Huan timidly, and leaned into Feng Deng's ear: "Brother, are you feeling better?"

"Yes." Feng Deng asked Song Xinyuan to sit beside him, and replied to Lin Huan, "I have no other choice."

Lin Huan didn't understand the entanglement between the two in childhood, and deduced: "It seems that you have already made a choice. Have you ever been jealous of him? Among the seven deadly sins, "jealousy" is not as serious as "anger", and most of the time, the two exist together Yes. Do you still hate him?"

Song Xinyuan couldn't understand what they were talking about, so he secretly hooked Feng Deng's finger and urged Feng Deng.Feng Deng held Song Xinyuan's hand instead, raised his eyes and said, "I hated him before, and he is not worthy of my envy now. Besides, he can't leave me."

"Yes, he is more dependent on you than you expected. This is just what you want. It's not that you can't do without him, but that he can't do without you. He only has you in his eyes... In this way, you can rest assured and even be able to Get out of your body." Lin Huan analyzed, "He chose you in an unconscious state, which means that you can give him a sense of security, and he tried to trust you. Don't forget, he didn't believe you in the first place, so it caused Tragedy. He is a contradictory body, with suspicion and guilt towards you, will he stay with you with peace of mind after waking up? What if he wants to leave? "

Song Xinyuan realized that their topic involved him, so he couldn't help answering: "I don't want to leave, don't drive me away."

Feng Deng patted Song Xinyuan on the back and comforted him in a low voice: "I didn't chase you away."

Song Xinyuan said aggrievedly: "I'm hungry and want to go home."

Lin Huan glanced at her watch, and when it was time for lunch, she printed out Feng Deng's mental state this time, signed it and handed it to Feng Deng: "Doctor Feng, you actually know it well, so you don't need to come to me, you probably already Overcome the psychological barrier. You must have concealed something, since you don't want to reveal it, I won't force you, so I wish you well in advance."

Song Xinyuan glanced curiously and saw a few English words.Feng Deng handed the report to him to play with, and apologized to Lin Huan: "I'm sorry, I made an agreement with someone else, and I must keep it secret. Doctor Lin, I have troubled you for the past few years, thank you, and we are leaving."

"You're welcome, you forgot to answer my question." Lin Huan looked at Song Xinyuan and Feng Deng, "Do you have any intention of punishing him? Do you accept him because you pity him? If so, then he is too big." Poor."

"What do you think?" Feng Deng asked back, and before Lin Huan could reply, he led Song Xinyuan away.

The midday sun was like a stove, making Song Xinyuan droop his head.Feng Deng covered the sun with his body and looked around: "What do you want to eat?"

"Ice cream." Song Xinyuan grabbed Feng Deng's clothes and said, remembering Feng Deng's advice that holding hands is forbidden outside.

"eat first."

"Go home for dinner." Song Xinyuan's tone was lost.

They took a taxi, and after getting off, Song Xinyuan looked up and saw the four characters "Xinyuan International", and suddenly said, "My house used to be on the other side."

Feng Deng stopped, took out the access control card, and echoed, "Well, would you like to have dessert after dinner?"

"Okay." Song Xinyuan looked at the other side, followed Feng Deng into the courtyard, "I know, this is my new home."

"Yuan Yuan is really smart."

Song Xinyuan looked at the deserted small garden. Summer is not suitable for planting flowers. He caught up with Feng Deng and asked unhappily, "Brother, what do you mean by the doctor's words? Am I pitiful?"

Feng Deng asked him to enter the password, and when they entered the living room, Song Xinyuan hugged Feng Deng's waist tightly.

"I'm home, not outside." He came back as if to get close to Feng Deng, "Am I pitiful?"

Feng Deng turned around, lifted Song Xinyuan's chin, and noticed that Song Xinyuan was jealous. He kissed Song Xinyuan and laughed nervously: "You are not pitiful, you are very cute."

Song Xinyuan blushed, how could he be praised for being cute?He is a man, not young... He licked his lips and muttered: "I counted it this morning, I am 29 years old."

"Well, you're not a baby, so you can't always be coquettish." Feng Deng took off Song Xinyuan's arm, opened the refrigerator, took out vegetables and chicken, and walked into the kitchen.

Song Xinyuan clung to Feng Deng's back and asked, "Can I act like a baby once in a while?"

"Yes." Feng Deng said as he turned on the faucet.

"Then can we have sex?"

"..." Feng Deng poked Song Xinyuan's forehead, "You can dream."

"Why not? Don't you like me?" Song Xinyuan opened his eyes wide, very angry, "Didn't it be agreed, I like you the most, and you should like me the most! Are you lying to me again?"

"No," Feng Deng lowered his head to wash the vegetables, and said calmly, "I said yesterday that I like you who are fatter, but you are too thin now, so I'm afraid you'll faint on the bed."

"I won't get dizzy." Song Xinyuan felt relieved, gnawed on Feng Deng's flesh through his clothes, rubbed it again, and held Feng Deng tightly.

"Is it hot?" Feng Deng asked.

"hot."

"Go play in the living room."

"But I want to stay with you."

"Want to see the balcony? The big balcony."

"It depends on—"

Song Xinyuan quickly ran to the second floor, looking for the balcony with his head. After finding the target, he pushed open the door, rushed to the window, and slammed on the brakes.Under the sun, two rows of dragon fruit potted plants came into view. The potted plants were placed facing south, and some branches hung with fruits, which were obviously ripe.

Song Xinyuan squatted down and touched a small and round dragon fruit lightly. The fruit shook, and he withdrew his hand instantly. When he stood up, a memory flooded into his mind.

Song Xinyuan's major is medical English, and he chose Russian as his second foreign language teacher. His Russian teacher is Feng Xinghe. He didn't know Feng Xinghe was Feng Deng's brother until the first semester of his freshman year.Whenever he met Feng Deng in the lecture theater, he would sit beside Feng Deng.It was strange, he was very popular, but he didn't make a good friend after three months. He looked at the small group whispering around him, and quickly classified the older roommates as his own.

Song Xinyuan lay down on the table and asked, "Senior, you're here for class again, do you understand?"

Feng Deng flipped through the book, staring intently: "It's just decompression."

Song Xinyuan took a look, and the book in Feng Deng's hand was very familiar. It seemed to be the collection of poems he "borrowed" on the day he came to the dormitory.

Thinking of the embarrassing incident that day, Song Xinyuan was a little shy: "If you are interested in Russian, I can teach you."

He studied Russian for three years in high school, and with his good memory, he performed well in class and was often praised by his teachers.

"No, I don't have time to learn." Feng Deng refused.

"Ok."

Then why are you here to take the class?

Feng Deng is a medical student with heavy tasks and is facing a lot of pressure to graduate.Song Xinyuan didn't worry about the reason, anyway, Feng Deng's appearance made him very happy. Feng Deng came here once a week, as if he was specially accompanying him in class.He was full of thoughts and panicked, and he didn't dare to strike up a conversation with Feng Deng again.

The preparatory bell rang, and Feng Xinghe, wearing black-rimmed glasses, walked up to the podium, took roll call at random, led the students to review the content of the previous class, and then opened the courseware to teach the knowledge of this class.He taught everyone how to write Russian composition, and then asked everyone to practice writing, as if teaching a group of elementary school students. The topic he gave was extremely childish-my dream (моямечта).

Song Xinyuan wrote for a while, and then continued to chat with Feng Deng: "Our Russian teacher is so young. The girls in the class all praised him as more beautiful than a star. Senior, do you think he is good-looking?"

Feng Deng didn't lift his head and said, "General."

"You have really good eyesight, so who do you think looks better?" Song Xinyuan asked, "Do you have any celebrities you like?"

Feng Deng glanced at him: "Not yet."

"You are so boring, why are you so popular? Whoever likes you is blind." Song Xinyuan swept away the girls who peeped at Feng Deng, complaining while writing, "They only like your skin, they don't know your personality How boring."

Feng Deng turned cold and distanced himself from Song Xinyuan.Song Xinyuan didn't pay attention, so he stuck to it and asked, "Senior, why don't you have a girlfriend? Don't you have any girls you like?"

Feng Deng did not respond.At this time, Feng Xinghe called Song Xinyuan to get up and read the composition.Song Xinyuan was dumbfounded. He thought it would be fine to finish writing and hand it in before get out of class ended, but he didn't expect to make a fool of himself in front of more than 50 people, and Feng Deng was sitting next to him.

Song Xinyuan has a problem. He reads in private and speaks fluently. He is extremely bad at speaking in front of people. Once people stare at him, he tends to stutter and his voice trembles. He usually doesn’t realize it. Looking at him with weird eyes, he realized his mistake.At the age of eighteen or nineteen, he naturally doesn't like to expose his flaws.

He bit his lower lip, stood up slowly, covered his face with a book, and began to read: "Моямечтапроста...яхочуиметьмаленькийдом,мойдомслишкомбольшой..."

"Don't be nervous, speak louder." Feng Xinghe said suddenly, "Others be quiet, don't laugh."

Song Xinyuan's cheeks were ripe, and a layer of mist appeared in his eyes, and he became more nervous: "Лучшевсегоиметьбольшойбалконвдоме... Яхочупосадитьфруктыдраконанабалконе... Папалюбитестьфруктестьфруктестьфруктестьфрукыдкаме на,имнеэтотоженравится…”

The students with good grades heard his words clearly and roared with laughter.Song Xinyuan couldn't read anymore, but fortunately the bell after class saved him.Song Xinyuan stuffed the notebook into his schoolbag and lay down on the table, his ears still red.

"School is over, give way." Feng Deng disturbed Song Xinyuan's creaking nest, whether it was intentional or unintentional.

Song Xinyuan was itchy all over. He scratched his hair and muttered softly: "Wait for me."

Rubbing his ears with slightly cool palms, he raised his head reflexively and turned to Feng Deng: "You, why are you touching—"

Feng Deng covered his mouth with a book: "Sorry, I stumbled into the wrong place, can I go there?"

There are many people in the classroom.Song Xinyuan looked left and right, and finally met Feng Deng's deep gaze. He shook his eyelids, jumped up and ran.

Feng Deng stared at Song Xinyuan's back with a gloomy expression.He picked up Song Xinyuan's backpack and walked towards the dormitory.There was no sign of Song Xinyuan in the dormitory. Feng Deng put down Song Xinyuan's schoolbag, paused for a while, pulled out Song Xinyuan's composition, and took a photo of the short composition.With the help of translation software, he understood why some people laughed at Song Xinyuan.

Song Xinyuan said in class: "My dream is very simple... I want to have a small house, my house is too big... A small house should have a big balcony, I want to grow dragon fruit on the balcony... Dad I like eating dragon fruit, and I also like..."

Song Xinyuan went to eat in a panic, and when he returned to the dormitory, he was relieved to see his backpack.He was about to climb into bed and Feng Deng was studying. Seeing his posture, he stopped him.

"Read it again."

"What?"

"Zuowen, I'm the only one here, don't be afraid."

"Who is scared?" Song Xinyuan hesitated for a few seconds, took out the notebook, and confirmed before reading, "Senior, you don't understand at all, do you?"

Feng Deng: "Of course, I just think your voice is nice and fluent is better."

Song Xinyuan was full of joy: "Really?"

"Really, if you practice more, you will get used to it and you won't get stuck."

"I hope so, I don't know what's going on, I'm obviously not nervous..."

Song Xinyuan read it twice, and when he stumbled, Feng Deng patted him on the back, "Take a deep breath."

By the third time, Song Xinyuan read much more smoothly.He raised his eyes and smiled: "Ah, I'm such a young genius." Whether he is smart or stupid, he is indeed younger than many of his classmates.

Feng Deng handed him a lollipop: "Keep going, little genius."

Song Xinyuan liked to play the twitter, but being praised by Feng Deng in such a way, his heart burned. He snatched the lollipop and climbed onto the bed.He turned his back to Feng Deng, stuffed the cheap fruit candy into his mouth, and bent his eyes in satisfaction.

So sweet, he likes to eat sweet.

As time goes by, he still has a sweet tooth.Song Xinyuan picked a dragon fruit. Before he knew it, tears filled his eyes. Hearing Feng Deng's footsteps, he hurriedly wiped away his tears, raised a smiling face, and said calmly, "Brother, you have kept a lot of potted plants. ,why did not you tell me?"

"I called you to eat, why didn't you respond, are you stupid?" Feng Deng pulled Song Xinyuan into the shade, "It didn't take long, and some of them already grew fruit. I'm afraid you don't like it, do you like it?"

"...I like it, it's like a dream." Song Xinyuan leaned against Feng Deng, choked up, "You are too kind to me, I can't do anything."

Feng Deng kissed Song Xinyuan's eyes, and said earnestly, "Some of them haven't grown up yet and need frequent watering and pruning. You are responsible for maintaining them, okay?"

"Okay," Song Xinyuan wrapped his arms around Feng Deng's neck and tiptoed, "Brother, give me another kiss."

Feng Deng stared at Song Xinyuan, biting Song Xinyuan's lips, adding a sense of reality to Song Xinyuan's dream.

He woke up, but he couldn't bear to wake up.