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When Fang Sishen went downstairs, he couldn't help being puzzled when he didn't see Hong Xinyao's eye-catching big man.There were two car horns honking behind him. He didn't even think that it had anything to do with him, so he just glanced around.

"Hey! Here!" Young Master Hong had no choice but to open the car door and yelled.

Fang Sishen was surprised: "Why do you..."

"Come up and talk."

The brand-new black "Xiaoteng C3" sedan is classic and low-key, with a market price of less than one million yuan.Appearing in the student dormitory area still attracted a lot of onlookers and speculative eyes.

Fang Sishen was naturally insensitive to information about luxury cars and mansions. Surprised, he sat in as he said: "You know how to drive? Have you got a license?"

"En." Hong Xinyao started to accelerate skillfully, reversed the car gracefully, and drove towards the school gate. "It's a birthday present from the old man." He has already mastered the skills with Uncle Bao, but his birthday will not be until next month. The gift was obtained in advance, and he borrowed the vague license, and he couldn't wait to drive the car out to show off.

"When is your birthday?"

A lie always needs more lies to cover it up.Hong Xinyao had no choice but to say: "It's just passed. Do you want to give me another gift?"

Fang Sishen didn't want to owe favors all his life, but for some reason, he owed a debt of favor to the young man around him.However, the other party always gave him the illusion that it didn't matter if he didn't pay it back, so that he, who was rough in this aspect, often forgot the fact that he was in debt.Being asked by Hong Xinyao, he couldn't help but realize something, and felt a little embarrassed: "What do you want? You are an adult, and you really should commemorate it."

Young Master Hong tilted his head: "Let me think about it, you owe it first."

"How about a vacation?"

"It's okay. As usual, it's noisy."

"What about the cram school?"

"I won't go, I found three tutors to take turns to make up lessons."

The two of them talked one after another, the frequency was not high, and the sentences were short, so the intermittent silence became very long.There is no embarrassment at all, but a kind of tranquility and ease.Fang Sishen suddenly understood what the strange feeling that had been there since the meeting: Hong Xinyao talked less.No longer frizzy and chattering like in the past, with a greasy smile and a rare moment of peace.Just by saying a few less words, the whole demeanor became deep and introverted, as if he had matured a lot all of a sudden.

Looking back, it was only two months since the last time I was irritable and awkward and broke up unhappy.Perhaps, growth is like this, from quantitative change to qualitative change, inadvertently, a leap has been achieved.

Can't help but look sideways.In the past, Young Master Hong was like his classmates and playmates. He always had a few strands of hair that were too long drooping under his eyebrows, and he flicked his head when he turned his head; Weird pattern pattern.Today is very different: the hair is shortened, and the long-sleeved T-shirt is covered with a beige sweater, which looks refreshing and stable.

Hong Xinyao was frightened by the stare, and tried to calm down: "It's turning a corner, sit still."

The banks of the Wanyue River are full of colorful flowers, which can only be seen clearly when you get close. The branches are all tied with pink silk flowers, the roadsides are full of colorful lanterns, small ice sculptures are set up on the river, and wires are pulled over to set up neon lights.In the middle of winter, the weather is chilling, and it is full of colorful streamers, full of spring.

The parking lot was empty, and another car was parked there.Young Master Hong recognized the car model and was taken aback.Fang Sishen didn't pay attention, and pointed to the ice sculpture on the river: "Pure and transparent is beautiful, wouldn't it look better with a few colored lights? I really don't think so."

Walking forward, the old trees along the gravel path, the vermilion lacquer gate of the academy and the ancient blue brick walls on both sides were not spared, and the silk flower lanterns wrapped around the body one after another.

Fang Sishen said: "Actually, there are no such things. Ancient trees, remnant snow and rich green tiles are already pretty enough. It's not that artificial decoration is necessarily bad. Lantern riddle fairs should be bustling and lively, and they need popularity in the market. Between mountains and rivers, after all, neither fish nor fowl.”

Hong Xinyao nodded: "Don't worry, I will definitely not let them spoil things like this."

"Did you say it would work?" Fang Sishen didn't know that the courtyard on Huangpa Xiejie was already under the name of First Young Master Hong.

"Well, it works."

In order to welcome the Fifteenth Lantern Festival, the academy had a holiday on this day and it was very quiet.A few workers were pulling lanterns to the rockery with a ladder, and two tourists who didn't know where they came from wandered around in the corridor.The security guard came out from the anteroom to interrogate him. He heard that he was looking for Liang Ruogu, pointed to the backyard, and still retreated to warm himself by the fire.Instead, the people in the corridor turned their heads and examined the two of them carefully.

Fang Sishen was a little strange, but he didn't care.Hong Xinyao pretended not to care: "Don't be in a hurry to ask Liang Zi to come out, we'll see."

There were no outsiders on this trip, the two of them chatted and watched, Fang Sishen didn't have to hesitate, and confessed his thoughts.Although he does not do research on ancient architecture, his obsession with classical aesthetics permeates his bones.Young Master Hong was never afraid of losing face in front of Teacher Fang, whenever he had any doubts, he would break the casserole and ask the end.Fang Sishen then made gestures and gave examples, explaining where to be empty and where to be solid, where to "separate" and where to "permeable", where to focus on man-made, where to focus on nature, what are the four seasons and the terrain of the four directions? Complementary, how the five senses blend with the sensual scene.To be blunt, he criticized the "Qionglin Academy" thoroughly.

Walking to the inner courtyard, the two people behind followed.Fang Sishen didn't notice, Hong Xinyao pretended not to notice.Faintly heard a few chatter and jokes behind the bamboo forest, fluttering and unreal.Hong Xinyao rolled his eyes, grabbed a bamboo and shook it violently.The unmelted snow flakes on the bamboo leaves shook off, and most of them fell on Fang Sishen's neck.

"Ah!" Fang Sishen was so cold that he jumped away, and wanted to take revenge, but it seemed too naive.After glaring at Hong Xinyao, he peeled off his collar and took out the snow.

Young Master Hong giggled, reached out to help, and fumbled around his neck.Fang Sishen walked away in embarrassment, thinking that what he said about growing up and becoming mature was purely an illusion.

The people behind the bamboo forest were alarmed and turned around: "Jintu. Teacher Fang, you are here, welcome." Liang Ruogu was wearing a light blue Confucian outfit, a black Dongpo scarf on his head, and his hair was tucked into his hat. Elegant and ancient.Seeing the two of them looking at him, he said with a smile, "This is the costume for the opening ceremony of the Lantern Riddles Festival tomorrow, let's get used to it first." The temperature in the yard was low, his clothes were thin, and his cheeks turned crimson from the cold.

Turning aside to let another boy behind him, he introduced: "Teacher Fang, this is also our classmate, Wang Wei."

Fang Sishen smiled and nodded: "Hi. Are you here to visit the academy too?"

"En." Wang Wei nodded imperceptibly, with no expression on his face.

"It's cold outside, Mr. Fang, let's go in and have a cup of tea. There's no special good tea, so don't dislike it." Speaking of the words "don't dislike", Liang Ruogu has already turned around, glanced at Wang Wei, with a hint of teasing in the corner of his mouth smile.

"En." Wang Wei didn't wait for anyone else, and walked in with him, walking steadily.He was about the same size as Liang Ruogu, with a thicker build.The facial features are correct, but there are no special features.

Fang Sishen thought, this boy is really strange, he can't be said to be reserved or old-fashioned, he really doesn't seem like the kind of friend Liang Ruogu would make.

Sitting down in a small hall on the west side, Liang Ruogu added some water to the purple sand pot on the mahogany tea tray, poured out half a cup and scalded two new cups, and then refilled the water.The movement is calm and elegant, and it is extremely beautiful.

"The water is the spring on this mountain, barely drinkable."

Dean Fang's family was full of literati and scholars, and Fang Sishen was no stranger to this, so he took a sip from his teacup.Hong Xinyao said: "The cup is too small, I can't hold it, change to a bigger one. Don't waste your tea, pour me a cup of boiled water, it will save trouble."

"Fenqin, boiled cranes and chewing peonies, that's what you're talking about." This was cursing him as a cow.It was Young Master Hong who scolded, but his smiling eyes flew to Wang Wei next to him, "He won't drink, this cup belongs to you."

Seeing that Hong Xinyao didn't understand at all, Fang Sishen couldn't help laughing.But he saw Wang Wei staring blankly at Liang Ruogu's hand, the purple sand cup was held in his hand and did not move for a long time.Suddenly he raised his hand and drank it down, and said, "I can only chew peonies, too."

No matter what, Hong Xinyao knew that he was the first to be bullied, so he said haha: "Look, I'm not just an ordinary person." He said the same thing as Wang Wei, "I'll accompany Teacher Fang to look at antiques, what's the fun of you coming to find Liangzi? What kind of peonies does the crane eat?"

"I'll come to see Master Bai's calligraphy." Wang Wei gave him face and said a few more words, "Because grandpa likes calligraphy and seal cutting, I occasionally practice brush calligraphy."

Liang Ruogu chuckled, "Come to cook cranes and eat peonies too." There was a hint of sweetness in the tone of his voice, which Fang Sishen felt harsh for no reason, but he couldn't describe it.

After sitting for a while, Hong Xinyao got up: "Let's just take a look and leave, you don't have to worry about it." Walking to the corridor, he asked, "Why is the opposite side locked, so I can't look at it?"

"On the opposite side is a room dedicated to Mr. Bai and Mr. Fan, and the door will not be opened unless anyone comes."

Only then did Fang Sishen recall the ambiguous case between Bai and Fan that he had forgotten.Looking at Liang Ruogu enjoying it, a chill passed through his heart.

After taking a quick look at several open rooms, the two left directly.Hong Xinyao vaguely explained Wang Wei's background: "His grandfather was a big official, and their family was also very disciplined, so he developed a stuffy temper that could never give a fart." Fang Sishen listened casually, not paying attention.

The car drove to the doctoral building of Beijing Normal University: "Let's go to Huangpa Xie Street together next month, and tell the designer what we think today?"

Fang Sishen said: "Let's wait until you finish the exam." He knocked on the car window again before parting, and smiled with his big head poking out of the window, "Happy Lantern Festival! Study hard, and pay attention to safety on the road."

In a blink of an eye, the single shirt was changed into winter clothes, and it was already early summer and May.

Fang Sishen finished his run that night, and when he took off his shoes, he remembered the history of the shoes, and then remembered that starting from going to the National No. [-] High School, he gained countless unexpected and rich experiences one after another, which enriched that period of life that might have been depressed and decadent.In contrast, the peaceful days in front of us are really calm and calm.

After taking a shower and reading a few pages of books, it was almost late at night in bed.At this moment, the phone rang without warning, and the ringtone echoed rapidly in the small room.

It was Hong Xinyao.It really means that Cao Cao Cao Cao has arrived.But it's so late, what will happen?

As soon as the connection was made, the other side immediately asked, "Are you in the dormitory?"

"Well, yes."

"I'll go right now."

Fang Sishen was about to ask, but the phone was already hung up.Hearing that his voice was not normal, I couldn't help but feel a little worried, and then dialed back, but no one answered.After thinking about it, I was afraid that something might happen, so I simply closed the door and waited in the hall downstairs.

The door of the building was pushed open with a gust of wind, and Hong Xinyao stepped in.Fang Sishen hurriedly greeted him: "I am here."

The aunt in the duty room stuck her head out, and Young Master Hong wept bitterly: "I'm broken in love, so I'm going to cry to my brother."

The aunt laughed happily: "It's okay, Auntie Ming'er will introduce you to a better one!"

Hong Xinyao strode up the stairs, rushed into the dormitory, and stood still stiffly.Fang Sishen followed in, only to find that he was sweating profusely, panting violently, and his eyes were terribly red.

Pat on the shoulder: "What's wrong?"

"Hiss—" Young Master Hong took a deep breath, half of his body trembling.Only then did Fang Sishen clearly see several blood marks on his arms, the light-colored T-shirt was stained red and black, and there was a faint smell of blood.

His face sank: "Why did you fight?"

"There was no fight, my dad beat me up." Hong Xinyao raised his hem with both hands, gritted his teeth and peeled off his shirt, revealing his back covered with scars.The red purlins were swollen high, and the severe parts were black and purple, and the skin was scratched in some places, and fine beads of blood and sweat dripped down. It was painful for him to look at it.

Fang Sishen was terrified, didn't bother to ask questions, thought for a while, poured all the boiling water left in the thermos into the basin, took out a new towel and soaked it in.Trying to see if the water is not too hot, and seeing him still standing with gritted teeth and staring, he pulled the chair over and said, "Sit down, with your back facing me."

Young Master Hong sat down obediently, but his eyes were straight, he didn't know where his soul was.

Fang Sishen gently applied the wrung hot towel to his back, and Hong Xinyao let out a loud "Aww", as if he had just returned to his original state: "Easy! It hurts to death!"

"Endure it. It's midnight, don't wake others up." The movements of his hands became more and more careful, sucking up the sweat and blood little by little.

Young Master Hong stopped howling.After a while, he started hugging the back of the chair and moaning: "Hmm... ouch, it hurts, don't push so hard, you want to kill me..."

Fang Sishen wiped it for him and said, "Let's take a leave of absence and go to the hospital tomorrow."

"Don't worry about that, it's better to work for two days... Ouch!"

"Your father has come to the capital?"

"I came here yesterday to discuss business."

"You didn't do well in the exam recently, did you make him angry?"

"No." First Young Master Hong lay down on the chair with a lazy tone, occasionally gritted his teeth and shrunk his flesh, "The old man insisted that I study business studies, so I secretly enrolled in Chinese studies myself, and I couldn't help recruiting him last night. In the end, he exploded. It was all pulled by the belt, and he was still puzzled, so he picked up a mop stick and hit me. I saw that this was not going to work, it had to be heroic, so I quickly escaped. There is nowhere to go, why don’t you If you take me in, I will have to sleep in the bridge hole."

Hong Yaoge went to Beijing to pay tribute in March, and entrusted someone to find the vice president in charge of admissions of Jingshi University. At the cost of Xintai Real Estate's undertaking an old building renovation project, he exchanged for an additional independent enrollment quota for his son.Thousands of reminders and ten thousand instructions, told him to write business school when filling out his volunteer application, but who would have thought that this rebellious little bastard would dare to make his own claim and fill in the national school without permission.Now all the candidates voluntarily enter the computer, and it is directly managed by the Examination and Evaluation Center of the Education Administration.

Young Master Hong was full of arguments, but he didn't have a chance to spit out a single word, so his father whipped him into a daze, and finally rushed out the door.

Fang Sishen asked in surprise, "Are you really going to study Chinese studies?"

"Who stipulates that it can't be done? I told you earlier, young master, I am a genius. Studying business studies is a waste of time. Why don't you learn something truly literate?"

Fang Sishen was speechless.Wipe all the wounds for him, get up and find a bottle of medical alcohol and a tube of ointment from the drawer.Looking at the light, he said with a smile, "It was given by the school hospital when I helped Daniel find a car. Fortunately, it hasn't expired."

Cut a small strip from the towel, dipped in alcohol and slowly wiped it on the back.Hong Xinyao fell silent suddenly, buried his head on the back of the chair, tensed his body, except for his slightly heavy breathing, he didn't say a word.Fang Sishen felt that he was in severe pain, and his hands became more gentle.After applying the medicine on all the places that should be wiped, he said: "Go to the water room and wash yourself, and be careful not to get raw water on the wound, I will be right back."

He took his wallet and went downstairs, ran to the 24-hour convenience store, bought a set of toiletries, and picked out a pair of undershirt and shorts, and sent it directly to the water room.Hong Xinyao was stripped naked, and was pouring cold water from his stomach to his legs.Boys' dormitories are often dealt with in this way, and streaking in the middle of the night is not uncommon.

Fang Sishen tilted his head: "Put the things here for you, don't get wet." Turning around and going back to the house, wiped the floor clean, took out a summer mat from the top of the cabinet, unfolded it, put the bedding on it, and tidied up a look-alike Very comfortable floor.

Hong Xinyao came in wearing only his underpants, and immediately said, "I sleep on the floor, it's cool on the floor." He sat down and turned over on his stomach.

It was already the middle of the night, Fang Sishen couldn't stand it any longer, and leaned on the bed: "That's ok. Does your back hurt badly? Can you fall asleep?"

Young Master Hong bared his teeth: "Don't worry, this young master has been tested for a long time, and it's a piece of cake."

That is to say, when everything around fell into silence, the person on the bed breathed evenly and long, and the burning pain on his back came back, which became very clear in the quiet night.Hong Xinyao stood up, staring at the sleeping person with dark eyes.The moon is squatting on the branches outside the window, and white light shines in from the half of the window with no curtains drawn tightly, peeking at everything in the house.

Fang Sishen slept soundly.I was tired from running and tossing and tossing for half a night, and soon fell into the deepest sleep.In the haze, the whole person seems to be surrounded by a layer of faint mist, mysterious and serene.Hong Xinyao got up from the ground and leaned in front of him.The mist disappeared, and there was a gentle and pure face and a warm and beautiful body in front of him, just like the white tan quietly blooming in the quiet night, exuding a deadly alluring fragrance faintly.

Seeing him sleeping so peacefully, Hong Xinyao felt an indescribable anger and grievance in his heart.This emotion combined with the pain on the back, quickly amplified infinitely, and soon transformed into a wildly inflated desire in the hot-blooded young body.He could literally feel the restlessness that was temporarily extinguished by several basins of cold water at first, how to scream and gallop to open a certain place again, and then controlled his whole body and mind, forcing every blood vessel and every nerve to swell. It hurts.

All the sweet dreams I had in the past six months all came out of my mind, and scenes were staged in front of my eyes.

He couldn't care less about anything.Just like what I experienced in every dream, I gently supported the edge of the bed, held my breath, bent down little by little, stuck out the tip of my tongue, and touched Fang Sishen's lips.As if unable to absorb the most beautiful taste in the world, his tongue trembled uncontrollably.Countless fireworks exploded in my mind, and sparks crackled along the blood vessels to start a prairie fire, and all of them converged to the scorching torch below me, which was more violent than any dream.

Excited to the extreme, Hong Xinyao calmed down instead.Stand up straight and take a deep breath slowly.He decided to do the one thing he wanted to do the most when he grew up, the happiest thing, the happiest thing.He knew he might be making the biggest mistake of his life, but he couldn't wait.For a young man, half a year of suffering is enough to turn his life upside down, and he no longer has the patience to endure it.He thought that if he didn't do it tonight, maybe he would never even have the chance to make a mistake again.That will definitely regret it for a lifetime.

He suppressed the trembling fingers with all his strength, and touched the warm and soft part of the man's white boxers on the bed.Under the palm, it looks like a chick just out of its shell lying in the nest, more cute and cute than any other creature.He leaned over to lick, and rubbed lightly with the tips of his teeth.The little thing immediately disregarded its sleeping master, shaking tremblingly as if it had become conscious, and slowly raised its head as if full of longing and shyness.

Fang Sishen fell into a deep sleep, but was no longer restful.The nightmare that hadn't happened for many years suddenly entangled, making people addicted and frightening.The scorching scorching that swept across his soul tormented him, but he couldn't wake up because of extreme exhaustion.

"Dad...Dad...don't...no..." He roared and rolled in his dream, but it was replaced by a series of low and unbearable moans and gasps in reality.The uncontrollable body reaction and the panic, shame and anger in his heart stimulated each other, superimposed into a raging tide of desire, trying to drown him completely.He could no longer tell whether it was a dream or reality, the past or the present, and he only held on to one thought: "Dad...no...no..."

Suddenly a voice came from next to my ear, low but clear: "Fang Sishen, I like you."

Ah, it's not my father... That's great... His heart relaxes, and his body loses the final control. A ray of white light flashes from his dream, and the trembling that flashes across his body like lightning strikes him. Panting heavily, until his body sank suddenly, the sudden weight made his chest stagnate, and he finally opened his eyes.

He recognized the face in front of him, but he hadn't figured out how.

"Hong... Xinyao, you... ah!" There was an unspeakable pain in his body, and his voice was cut off.

"Fang Sishen. I like you...I have liked you for a long time." Hong Xinyao said quietly, and pulled out his finger, and he wiped all the remaining half tube of ointment into it.

Fang Sishen was fully awake and struggling, only to find that his wrist was wrapped by a towel on the bedside pillar. He was angry and panicked: "Hong Xinyao, what are you doing? You're crazy! Stop—ah!..."

Hong Xinyao felt that he was about to explode.He couldn't control anything anymore, he yelled Fang Sishen's name as if he was possessed by a demon, he held him tightly in his arms, and pushed himself hard into his body, as if this could fill the endless hunger and thirst in his heart And emptiness, relieve the boundless entanglement and boredom in the heart, and comfort the endless loneliness and loneliness in the heart.

The person under him writhed desperately unwillingly, so he pressed the whole body down, firmly restraining him with absolute advantage.

The student bed frame is thin, how can it withstand such tossing, creaking and shaking.

"Crack!" A book fell from the simple bookshelf on the wall and hit Hong Xinyao on the back.After a while, there was a series of loud noises, and the entire wall of books that had been neatly piled up from the inside of the bed collapsed, and even the wooden shelves nailed to the wall lost their balance. Hundreds of thousands of books, As well as various rubbing copies and note papers, they were smashed down with an earth-shattering force.

Hong Xinyao didn't have time to react, so he used his body to cover Fang Sishen tightly, without leaking a single gap, allowing those books to hit him with unexpected weight and edges, trembling and trembling as if being tortured , half silent.When the [-]-page hardcover "Shuowen Dadian" was photographed, the third volume was photographed, Young Master Hong finally couldn't hold it back, let out a miserable cry, collapsed on Fang Sishen, and lost his essence , It just leaked out.

The two of them were buried under the pile of books like this, and neither of them moved.Finally, Hong Xinyao slowly pushed the book away from his body with his backhand, bowed and knelt down.The bottom few books hit the wound on the back directly, stained with blood.The back was already bluish, purple, green and uneven, but now it was even more messy and spectacular.He didn't feel any pain, so he piled the books on the floor, barely emptied the bed, and whispered: "I'll order a bookshelf for you later, and you tell me how to arrange it."

Seeing that Fang Sishen didn't respond, he didn't say anything, picked up the thermos and shook it, it was empty.Finding the rice cooker, I tiptoed open the door and went out to get half a pot of water, heated it up and poured it into the pot.He untied the towel tied around his wrist, just like he was wiping his back, squatted beside the bed, and wiped away the traces he had left on him bit by bit.Young Master Hong was still clumsy in doing these things, but he used [-]% affection, was extremely gentle and careful, his movements were light and slow, and he was very careful, wishing that this moment would never end.

At this time, it was already bright, and a few birdsong passed outside the window.

When Hong Xinyao saw Fang Sishen finally opened his eyes and turned his head to face himself, he couldn't help being surprised and delighted, grasping the edge of the bed with both hands, staring at him without blinking.

Fang Sishen's eyes were dim and empty, and he slowly raised one hand, pointing at the door: "Go. From now on... don't let me see you again." After speaking, he closed his eyes and remained silent.

[Volume [-] Man said that this night has been pondered for a long time]