you have to talk to me

It was the happiest birthday Feng Jimeng had ever had in his life, and it was also the first time he vomited.In fact, he didn't drink too much, there was still half of the two bottles of beer left, and he finally gave it to Yang Fan.He was also the only one present who drank and vomited, and was immediately laughed at by everyone.

After the meal, Zhang Jiarui said that he had made an agreement with everyone, the meal was still AA, and the food expenses of the two teachers were shared equally among everyone.Feng Jimeng said no, but Zhang Jiarui insisted, and let him invite him for one or two hundred. This hot pot meal will cost hundreds of dollars and a thousand, so everyone is embarrassed to let him invite him alone, so it's just a dinner, anyway, it's delicious very happy.

As a result, when the two of them went to pay the bill, Yang Fan had already paid the bill, and said that there were adults present, so there was no such thing as you brats.

Since the teacher invited guests, everyone happily accepted it, except Zhang Jiarui.He looked at Feng Jimeng's face for a while, and then at Yang Fan's face with a complicated expression.

The two big ones called a taxi and sent the bunch of small ones away one by one. Yang Fan sent Zheng Kai away, and finally only he and Feng Jimeng were left on the side of the road.Feng Jimeng was still carrying the bag he made, three cakes.

He handed the plastic bag to Yang Fan: "To Grandma, Aunt Feng and Dacheng."

Yang Fan took it over and rubbed two handfuls of Feng Jimeng's hair: "I have a heart."

"How is grandma?"

"It's still the same." Looking at Feng Jimeng's dejected expression, Yang Fan comforted, "Grandma will get better when the weather eases."

"I'll call you a car to take you home."

Feng Jimeng stared at Yang Fan for a while: "Where are you going?"

"Where else can I go, go home." A gust of wind blew, and Yang Fan wrapped his clothes, "I just walked back, and this place is not far from my side."

"Then go with you."

Yang Fan looked Feng Jimeng up and down with his eyes, seeing how drunk he looked: "Can you still walk in a straight line?"

Feng Jimeng smiled: "Yes...you see."

He immediately walked straight along the blind line on the sidewalk: "I'm not drunk, just a little dizzy and very sober."

"Hmm...that's awesome." Yang Fan followed suit, "Then let's go."

On a night in early spring, when it is warm and cold, there are few pedestrians on the road in the small town, and occasionally a car speeds past with the sound of the wind.They walked east along the sidewalk until they reached the Hongcheng River, and then walked west along the river for two or three miles to the intersection of Baiyang Road.

Feng Jimeng was drinking too much, his feet were a little vain, and his mind was a little light. The few straight steps just now were all corrected by a blind person, and the performance in front of Yang Fan took him [-] minutes. Concentrate on precise control of the pace.When Yang Fan walked in front of him, he started to take small steps.

Then I thought, no wonder so many people like to drink, this light and light drunk state is so comfortable and very happy, everywhere is light and light, like stepping on cotton, with a little jump, he can float up, like a balloon fly away as well.I don't know if beer has stamina for a novice like Feng Jimeng, he feels more and more erratic, his happiness is so uncontrollable, he starts to laugh.

"Feng Jimeng."

"Hey."

"You're already drunk."

"No, I'm not drunk." Feng Jimeng handed Yang Fan his hand, "But I'm about to fly away, you can help me hold it."

"You're drunk, I'll call you a car and take you home."

"Don't call a car, I can fly back...I don't want to go back now."

Yang Fan was a little helpless, firstly, he didn't expect that Feng Jimeng's drinking capacity was only one and a half bottles, and secondly, he didn't expect this kid to drink too much.It can be seen from the devil's pace that he is drunk, but listening to his tone of voice and looking at his expression, he seems to be quite sober, and at the same time, what he said is not human.Although everyone has their own state of drunkenness, this is the first time Yang Fan has seen such a complicated situation.

"Don't believe me...then I'll fly to show you," Feng Jimeng moved his face closer to Yang Fan, and laughed twice, "But you have to catch it, don't let me really fly away gone."

"...I believe, don't fly and show me..."

Before Yang Fan finished speaking, Feng Jimeng leaned his waist against the railing by the river, stretched out his entire upper body and leaned back, and soon turned to ninety degrees. His hands holding the railing were open, and his gaze was inverted , his mind weightless, he waved his hand: "Look, it's flying..."

Yang Fan almost broke out in a cold sweat, quickly put the cigarette in his mouth, stepped forward and hugged Feng Jimeng's waist, and pulled him up.

"Yeah, it's flying, okay, okay, I believe, get up soon."

"Hmm...hahaha...hahahaha..." Feng Jimeng was still leaning back, the laughter of the ghost animal was blocked by the river like a wave and spread out, echoing far away.

It took Yang Fan a lot of effort to pull him up.Feng Jimeng grabbed the willow branch again, no matter what Yang Fan said, he would not leave.

"Little ancestor, what are you doing?"

Feng Jimeng wrapped the willow branch around her wrist, and said a little aggrieved: "Otherwise, it will fly away."

"..."

Yang Fan put out the cigarette, grabbed Feng Jimeng's other hand, and held it up to his eyes: "I caught you, you won't fly away, can I go now?"

Feng Jimeng looked at the two hands held in front of her for a while, and then suddenly broke away with all her strength.Yang Fan was thinking, what tricks does this drunk cat have to do, when he saw Feng Jimeng gently rubbing his palm against his own, his fingers passed between his fingers, and intertwined with his fingers, and squeezed tightly, Finally let go of the willow branches.He was led by Yang Fan, hey hey hey all the way, walking forward with eyes closed.

That night Yang Fan hailed a car and took him directly to the door of his house. He watched Feng Jimeng enter the house from the car before leaving in peace.

After this incident, it was the third day that Feng Jimeng didn't dare to contact Yang Fan.

Afterwards, he finally admitted that he was a little drunk, but there was no fragment at all. He remembered everything that happened that night, whether it was vomiting in the bathroom or playing drunk on the road.He didn't know what happened at that time, he was suspected of using alcohol to pretend to be crazy, but not all, he just remembered that he just wanted to release something at first, but once he released it, he couldn't stop it, and all the demons and ghosts were released.

Not only the behavior and language could not be stopped, but also other impulses could not be stopped. On the way home, he buried himself in Yang Fan's arms and spat out his crotch.He still remembered that the driver looked back after smelling the smell, and then said to Yang Fan with satisfaction: "Well, if you didn't get it in the car, you can take it out and dump it, I won't charge more for the car wash.

This incident left Feng Jimeng with stress symptoms, as soon as he saw Yang Fan from the friend list or contact list, he would clenched his toes, embarrassingly paralyzed.After a weekend, not only did the symptoms not ease, but now even thinking of the word "Yang Fan" will cause the same symptoms.

I can't wait to do it all over again.But if he did it all over again, Yang Fan would neither hug him nor lead him for so long, so should he do it all over again.It's really hard to choose...

"Stop, stop, what are you playing?" Zheng Kai called to stop at the edge of the field.

Feng Jimeng came back to his senses, thinking that something was wrong, he was distracted.

It was March, and the weather was not so cold. The store was open longer at night, and he was still thinking about whether to sneak over to see if Yang Fan was there after training.

But seeing Zheng Kai's displeasure, Feng Jimeng put in a mess of thoughts.

"It's not that I speak badly. Why do you fight back more and more?" He stretched out his hand and pointed at Jian Hang first, "Jian Hang, your position is the main attacker, and your task is to score. The run-up is not enough, the jump height is not enough, and the smash The strength is not enough, how do you score?"

Zheng Kai's face became more and more ugly, and his tone became more severe. He pointed at Zhang Jiarui again: "Do you know why Jian Hang can't score? Because you failed to catch the ball with the first pass, Jian Hang came to help you catch the ball. Distracted."

"Zhang Jiarui, what's the matter with you, you are completely out of shape today, and you can't even catch the chance ball from the opposite side. Why do you keep looking at Feng Jimeng? You are not a setter, and you don't pass the ball to him. You It is the main and auxiliary attackers on the opposite side, do you need me to say that?"

"Friday is the training match with several other middle schools. Whether it is a mule or a horse, it is about to be pulled out. Although there is still some time after the training match is over, you are practicing and others are also practicing. Friday is counted down, and my morale is high. It’s gone, can you still get a good ranking in the official competition? The school attaches great importance to this competition, and we have practiced for so long. Don’t let everyone’s sweat flow in vain. I don’t ask you to perform supernormally. Take it out."

Zhang Jiarui's mood is not right, anyone can feel it.Volleyball is a team game. As the captain, Jian Hang always tries to make up for what Zhang Jiarui failed to do from the overall situation, but he still has enough energy to spare.

During the break, both Jian Hang and Hou Wen went to ask Zhang Jiarui what was going on, but Zhang Jiarui just shook his head, and he didn't ask any further questions.

Today's training was overtime, and it was already eight o'clock after the procrastination.According to the usual practice, those who live on campus go back to their dormitories, the others go through the front door together, and Feng Jimeng and Zhang Jiarui go through the back door together.This day, Zhang Jiarui abnormally didn't hook Feng Jimeng's shoulder, nor did he chatter all the way, but fell behind Feng Jimeng.It seemed that he didn't want to be too obvious, and he was not a few steps behind him.

Feng Jimeng also felt awkward, he could probably sense that Zhang Jiarui had some opinion of him, but he didn't know what it was.After thinking about it, he felt that he hadn't done anything to offend him, but he might have done something that he didn't realize.Feng Jimeng slowed down, wanting to wait for Zhang Jiarui to talk, but Zhang Jiarui also slowed down.

Feng Jimeng simply stopped, turned around and took two steps towards Zhang Jiarui.

"Did I do something to offend you?" He stared into Zhang Jiarui's eyes and asked directly.

Zhang Jiarui's eyes immediately avoided, he scratched the back of his head, and smiled awkwardly: "No, when did you offend me?"

"Then what do you mean today?"

"Huh? I didn't, it's nothing."

"Zhang Jiarui, let me ask you again, what's the matter?" Feng Jimeng waited for a while, seeing that the other party was still silent, she gritted her teeth, "Okay, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

Seeing that Feng Jimeng was about to turn around, Zhang Jiarui also grabbed Feng Jimeng's bag cruelly.He made up his mind, and finally spit out the thorn lying in his throat.

"You and Teacher Yang...Yang Fan, what is going on with him?"