you have to talk to me

Feng Jimeng took the teaching building as the center, circled around like a donkey pulling a mill, and finally locked the object in the phone on the group of people playing on the basketball court.

He stood on the edge of the volleyball court and looked at the six men who were playing three-on-three half-court. Four were teachers from the school and two were high school seniors.Although he didn't take the initiative to get to know people, he spent a whole year doing nothing in this school, and he couldn't help but have a good memory, and he was passive and unforgettable to many people.

Among the four teachers, two are physical education teachers in the second grade, one is a teacher who teaches the first year of high school and doesn't know what subjects, and the other is Yang Fan, who just doesn't get along with him.

Feng Jimeng had an uncomfortable intuition that the fish from other mountains on the phone was Yang Fan.

He tapped the screen and sent another message.

"what are you doing now?"

The other party still didn't reply.

This intuition became stronger and stronger, and when it became stronger to a certain extent, some logical support began to appear. He looked at the distance of 30 meters on the phone, a distance that had never appeared before, and it appeared when Yang Fan first arrived. It was by no means a coincidence.

Feng Jimeng stared at the sweaty man on the court, her mood curve went straight down, it was hard to accept it for a while.How could the fish in other mountains be the nosy, self-righteous, dog-like ivory-capable "ow" two hours ago?

Even so, he moved closer.

Yang Fan was drenched in sweat, even the roots of his hair were soaked, his gray T-shirt was stuck to his body, his bare arms were baked in the hot sun to the color of bacon, and his whole body was like a piece of hot air on an iron plate The steaming meat rolled around quickly on the court.

Feng Jimeng looked at him quietly, clutching the phone vigorously, sweating greasy palms.

The opponent scored a goal, and Yang Fan called a stop.The people in the middle of the court scattered around, and everyone took water from the ground to drink. Yang Fan also took a few sips of mineral water, poured the remaining half bottle on the top of his head, and stroked his hair. He raised his head and threw a string of water droplets, then raised his hand and took off the drenched T-shirt on his upper body, put his hand on the horizontal bar next to him, and beckoned to the others to start.

Seeing this scene, Feng Jimeng's pupils shrank.

The fresh skin hiding under the T-shirt has not been tanned, it is a light wheat color, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, full chest muscles, strong abdominal muscles, and a beautiful and sexy mermaid line.He has a tattoo on his right back shoulder, which looks like a few words, but it's hard to see from a distance.

The opponent made a shot, but missed.Yang Fan rushed up one step at a time, grabbed the ball, made a feint to bypass the person blocking him, and dribbled the ball to the outside of the field, avoiding the rampant person who was chasing him, he was already almost at the halfway line.After he stood still, he jumped up without hesitation. With a standard shooting action, the ball went parabolic into the basket, making a perfect 3-pointer.

Feng Jimeng couldn't help shrinking her pupils again.

Playing the ball for fun, both opponents and teammates booed and praised this 3-pointer. Someone came over to give him a high-five, someone came over to pat him on the shoulder, and someone patted his butt casually. Yang Fan laughed and avoided it.The basketball game lasted until the bell rang for the end of get out of class. Yang Fan waved his hands and said goodbye like those old friends who had just met. He walked to the edge of the court and tore off his T-shirt. He wiped his face and threw it on his shoulder before picking up the He lowered his head and fiddled with the mobile phone and cigarette case for a while.

Feng Jimeng was still unable to extricate himself from the shock and sadness of finding out that the goods were wrong, until the vibrating phone pulled him out.

Fish from Other Hills: Just finished playing, what's wrong?

Fish from Other Mountains: I was sweating all over, I was so hot, I was going to go home and take a shower.

Fish from Other Hills: Do you like playing ball?If you like to play, you can play together in the future.Or do you have any favorite sports?

Fish from Other Hills: Are you busy?Let's talk again after you get off work.

After Yang Fan sent a few messages on the spot, he raised his head facing Feng Jimeng's direction.

Feng Jimeng turned around and hid behind the tree, but Yang Fan didn't come this way, but walked in the opposite direction.

When Feng Jimeng returned to the classroom, a few wet finger prints were pinched on the screen of the mobile phone. He wiped it with a paper towel again, and after it was polished, he stared at those four sentences again in a daze.

He wanted to let this person also lie on the blacklist of more than 100 people, but the moment he pressed the button, Feng Jimeng couldn't do it.The fish in other mountains is different from other people, but that beautiful difference becomes unacceptable because of seeing a real person.

Feng Jimeng can't say it well, it's not the kind of disappointment when a netizen meets and finds out that the other party is dead.If I have to say it, as long as it is a normal human aesthetic, I will not feel disappointed when I see Yang Fan.Needless to say the figure, the appearance is also outstanding among men. The bridge of the nose is straight and the eyebrows are thick. When he is not talking, there is a heroic spirit between the eyebrows and eyes. Good impression.But when joking or speaking harsh words, his eyes are rolled, and he looks evil, and his expression is lively as if he can seduce people.

Whether it is posting face photos or showing off muscles on this software, other fish can get a large number of fans and followers instead of a few marketing accounts.

But Feng Jimeng's imagination of him was not like this, he couldn't say what it was.Based on a 17-year-old boy's excessive imagination of the world, he should be like his screen name, a big fish swimming on the top of a foggy mountain, like the whales flying in the air in the pictures on the Internet, free, Huge, but faintly revealed a trace of sadness and loneliness.

Because the fish should be in the sea.

The fish should not be on the mountain, let alone Yang Fan, appearing on the basketball court of their school, tanning his muscles into a cooked wax red.

Feng Jimeng just got home from school in the afternoon, when her phone vibrated on time.

Fish from Other Hills: Are you off work?

Pushing open the two thick and heavy solid wooden doors of the villa, I was filled with the sound of the mahjong machine and the woman's sharp laughter and cursing.The voice stopped for a moment when someone entered the room. His mother, He Xianglan, sat in the upper seat and said pleasantly, "You're back, are you hungry?"

"Ah."

"What do you want to eat? Mom asked Sister Chen to make it for you."

"Whatever, dinner will be delivered to my room." Feng Jimeng said, without raising his head, he walked to the stairs and prepared to go upstairs.

"Mengmeng," He Xianglan changed her address, her sweet, cloying voice echoed in the ten-meter-high living room, which was empty, and it seemed that the speaker was a little pathetic.Only then did Feng Jimeng turn around and look at He Xianglan.Meeting her son's eyes, He Xianglan pointed to another woman on the poker table, "Your Auntie Zhang is going to play in Japan, is there anything you want?"

"No." Feng Jimeng refused without giving face, then turned and walked upstairs.

He Xianglan, who was humiliated by her son, complained to her girlfriends: "The child is not as obedient as before when he is in the rebellious period, especially the son, they are all heartless, it is better to be a daughter, right?"

She turned to "Aunt Zhang" on the table who had a third child and a daughter. I heard that her husband almost divorced her just because the third child was a daughter.

But the other party was not a soft persimmon, and immediately said with concern: "Sister He, your Mengmeng is going to be in the third year of high school soon. What is Lao Feng thinking? He still hasn't taken the child to study. No matter how important making money is, it is not as important as self-sufficiency." A child's future is at stake..."

Feng Jimeng unintentionally listened to the viciousness of a boring woman, entered the room and closed the door.

He kicked off his shoes, took off his clothes, threw himself onto the bed, and accidentally rubbed against the new tattoo on the left side of his waist, a small whale swimming upwards from his waist, causing him to frown in pain Wrinkled, turned over and lay on his back on the bed, he raised his phone again to read the message sent to him by his mountain fish.

After watching it over and over for a while, but there was no reply, he quit, clicked on the music app, clicked the play button, and continued to the end of "ride", which was not finished just now.

I've been thinking too much!

I've been thinking too much!

Help me...

Soon new news came in, and his fish from the mountain shared a song with him.

Fish from Other Hills: I think you'll like it.

Feng Jimeng clicked in, and the lead singer's weak and slightly hoarse voice came out.

"PoprSt" GssAnimals is a band that Feng Jimeng doesn't know.

Feng Jimeng had to admit that the fish from other mountains knew his preferences very well, and they even developed some kind of inexplicable tacit understanding.He was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, the air conditioner was blowing at him, and the pink hair stubble was sweeping back and forth on his forehead.

He didn't reply to the message until very late.

Door: Nice to hear.

Fish from Other Hills: Did something happen today?

Across the screen, Feng Jimeng was about to fall into the atmosphere of chatting with other fish from the mountain again, and he couldn't connect this person with Yang Fan.Would that man who hulad and ran on the court, made friends with others in a short period of time, and laughed heartily, be so sensitive to such a subtle emotional change in a netizen?

At this moment, Feng Jimeng probably understood the reason why this discovery made him sad. He presumptuously imagined that the fish in his mountain were just like him. They were all people who didn't fit in with the surroundings. Being alone is the only comfort for each other.

But in fact, the fish from other mountains is a hot kilowatt headlight.

Door: Nothing, I have a little cold today.

Feng Jimeng panicked casually.

Fish from Other Mountains: Is it serious?

Door: Not bad.

Fish from Other Hills: Have you taken your medicine?Drink some hot water.

door: /top face

Fish from other mountains: When you go to the hospital with a cold, the doctor’s advice is to drink plenty of hot water, not to perfunctory you.

Fish from Other Hills: Where are you in Ning City?Give me the address and I'll come and see you.

Feng Jimeng only said that he was working in Ning City, but never told him that Shan Zhiyu was also in Hong City, and that he lived alone.Feng Jimeng glanced at the time.

Gate: Now?It's already 10:30.

Fish from Other Mountains: I drive, very fast.

Gate: It’s not safe to drive at night, forget it.

Fish from Other Mountains: Don't you want to see me so much?

This is not the first time that a fish from other mountains proposed to meet, but they were all rejected by Feng Jimeng without exception, and this time will be no exception.

Gate: Why do you want to meet?

Fish from Other Mountains: It is because of the meeting that we can go further, you know that I like you very much.

"I like you very much", said it directly like this, Feng Jimeng's mood curve moved a bit, but he didn't know whether it was up or down.

Mun: So I want to meet to see if real people will like it?

Fish from Other Mountains: As long as your gender is male, you will like it.

Fish from Other Mountains: The purpose of meeting is to really care about you when you need it, instead of just saying "drink more hot water" lightly like now.

Feng Jimeng recalled that he told Shan Zhiyu about his family's situation, and the truth and falsehood were mixed together. At that time, he didn't expect him to be so close to him, let alone meet him one day. His real person.

Door: I'm sleepy and going to bed.

2 minutes passed.

Fish from Other Hills: Good night, sweet dreams.