you have to talk to me

At the end of June, in the announcement of the results of the college entrance examination, this year's second grade quietly ushered in their own final exam.

Hongzhong's senior high school entrance examination this year is not bad, the undergraduate pass rate is 78%, the highest score in science is 672, the highest in liberal arts is 643, and the number of re-entry students is 256. It is said that the student who is the first in science is expected to be admitted by Qingbei.

Under the happy news, there are many students from the first and second grades, especially the sophomores, who are quite happy to see their rankings and ratios.But as soon as the final exam was over, all the joy faded away.This allows senior high school students to face their cruel reality-summer tuition.

According to the school's requirements, before the official opening of the third year of senior high school, that is, during the summer vacation, they must complete all the new lessons, and start a comprehensive review after entering the third year of senior high school.

When everyone got the tutoring arrangement for the summer vacation, they immediately complained.It’s worth a two-month vacation, and one and a half months of it will be in class, and one day off every five days will let everyone take a breather, and you can catch up to eight days in between. It's the first of the month.It is foreseeable that this week must be full of homework, and all the imagination of summer vacation life suddenly vanished.Not only that, the courses are fully scheduled from morning to night, and there are four evening self-study sessions. All students are required to attend regardless of whether they are day-study or residential-study. The school strongly recommends that everyone live on campus during the tuition period.

According to the usual practice, the school will always give more preferential treatment to the hard-working senior high school students. For example, the senior high school students live in a new dormitory, a six-person room, with separate bathrooms, water heaters and air conditioners.

Hou Wen was eager to try it first, and asked some boarding students in his class about the situation, and then dragged Jian Hang to register at the school.Then he teamed up with Zhang Jiarui and began to persuade Feng Jimeng.

"Brother Meng, I already live on campus. You should live on campus too. How tired you are when you go home every day. Your home is still on the outskirts of Hongcheng."

"Yes, I can ask Jian Hang to tell the witch to divide us into a dormitory."

"Yeah, it's so cool to live together, buddies, and we can talk about life and dreams at night, right?"

"Rui'er, I didn't expect you to have this thing?"

"Monkey, don't look down on people."

"You can't share a bedroom with me." Feng Jimeng said to Zhang Jiarui.

"But I can come to sleep. If you want to share a dormitory with me, I don't mind staying to squeeze with you." Zhang Jiarui put his arm on Feng Jimeng's shoulder, but he immediately threw it down.

Feng Jimeng's self-study is at ten o'clock every night, and it is inconvenient and a waste of time to go home again.Besides, his mother also plays mahjong at night, sometimes all night long, which more or less affects his sleep.

But living on campus is definitely not an option. Sharing a room with five other people is unbelievable, let alone sharing a bathroom.But he soon had an idea in his mind that he could live at Yang Fan's house.

He is well-known as a teacher, and if he said that he wanted to learn, Yang Fan would agree.

"How about it? Try living and studying?"

Feng Jimeng shook her head.

"You really don't live in school? Then how tiring it is to run around every day."

"I can live off campus."

Zhang Jiarui became excited again: "Do you want to rent a house? We can also rent a house together. There is no dormitory supervisor at night."

Hou Wen was speechless: "Ruier, are you going to travel as a summer tutor? If you don't study, you have to think about scumbags like us."

"We can also study together. Brother Meng and I have studied together, and the efficiency is quite high. If you don't believe me, you can ask him."

Hou Wen also considered this proposal. It would be more convenient to rent a room outside. The lights will be turned off at eleven o’clock when you live on campus, and you will have to use a rechargeable desk lamp for your studies. Not only is it inconvenient, but it will also affect others.

Zhang Jiarui stood on the first step of the ladder, wrapped his arms around Feng Jimeng's neck, and threatened: "Rent a house with us, do you hear me?"

"No need, I live at Yang Fan's house." Feng Jimeng remained unwavering.

Zhang Jiarui let go of his arms, and his face suddenly changed.

Hou Wen also frowned solemnly and analyzed: "It's awkward to live in the teacher's house. And even if you live in the teacher's house, it's better to live in the school than off-campus. If you find a teacher's house, you may be able to tutor you for free. What do you think? , Ruier?"

"I won't say it." Zhang Jiarui said dejectedly, "Forget it, today the discussion is over, we can live on campus by ourselves."

"?" Hou Wen was at a loss, "Why did the talk collapse? You don't want to persuade your cute brother anymore?"

"I can't persuade you, let's go and go back, hurry up and play a few games in the last two days."

After the final exam on the 28th, there will be a two-day break, and make-up classes will officially start on July [-]st.

The next day Feng Jimeng went to Yang Fan's house, he said he would rest for two days, Yang Fan agreed to take him to play.

As soon as he thought of being with Yang Fan, the pressure of exams, the fatigue of studying, and the autism of not wanting to talk to others, all disappeared.

Feng Jimeng got up early in the morning, took a shower, rummaged in the closet, found a black T-shirt with fluorescent letters and a pair of ripped jeans, looked at the sun outside, and added a baseball cap.Before going out, he changed the lip ring into a lip nail, because when kissing, he felt that Yang Fan was always trying to squeeze the tip of his tongue into the ring, and at this time, he was so flexible that it made Feng Jimeng too embarrassed .

At the door of Yang Fan's house, Feng Jimeng heard the sound of a guitar coming from inside. Could it be that there were other people there early in the morning?He was about to knock on the door, but found that the door was open. It seemed that Yang Fan had reserved the door for him early in the morning.Feng Jimeng pushed the door open and went in, the guitar sound stopped abruptly, and Yang Fan sat cross-legged on the sofa alone.

"So early?"

"Yeah." Feng Jimeng took out her own slippers from the shoe cabinet and buried herself in changing them.

"I thought you would sleep in late today." Yang Fan put the guitar aside, stood up from the sofa, and hung the photo of grandma on the coffee table back on the wall.

Feng Jimeng silently watched Yang Fan's series of actions.

"Get used to it, and you'll wake up by yourself."

Yang Fan had obviously just woken up, wearing a cotton white T-shirt and trousers wrinkled from sleep, and his hair was messy.

"Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Ah."

"That's just right. Sister Feng gave me a big bag of frozen meat buns. I'll steam a few."

Yang Fan went to the kitchen with his slippers on, and Feng Jimeng followed in silently.He was steaming buns and cooking millet porridge on the cooking table, Feng Jimeng hugged his waist from behind, and pressed his face to the back of his neck.

The movements of Yang Fan's hands paused: "Bao'er, aren't you hot?"

"not hot."

"It's fine if you're not hot."

Yang Fan wandered around the kitchen, dragging a humanoid toy behind his back.

The child is very clingy to him, after the first few days of awkward physical contact, now Feng Jimeng is very used to cuddling with him.Yang Fan was embarrassed to admit that he liked being so clingy and dependent on Feng Jimeng.

Before that, he was still a staunch independent. He believed that in a relationship, especially when two men are in love, they should have more personal space, be intimate and keep a certain distance.But now, he only wished to get closer to Feng Jimeng.

"Brother, do you miss grandma?" Feng Jimeng thought about the scene he saw when he entered the door, and rubbed against Yang Fan's vest again.

"I dreamed of her last night, and she said she wanted to hear me sing."

"Whatever song you sing, you can sing it to me too." Feng Jimeng said sullenly, buried in his vest.

The water for cooking rice boiled, Yang Fan poured the washed rice in, stirred it gently with a spoon, and hummed softly.

Get off work at 6 o'clock in the evening and change out of the clothes of the pharmaceutical factory

My wife is cooking porridge and I'm going to drink a few bottles of beer

Live like this for 30 years until the building collapses

The darkness deep in the clouds, the landscape that drowns my heart

Crazy People's Emporium at Octagonal Counter

buy a fake gun with a fake bill

defend her life till the mansion crumbles

The night covers the North China Plain, sadness drenches her face

……

This song was a bit depressing, which made Feng Jimeng a little sad, and he thought Yang Fan should feel the same in his heart.

"Did grandma say she wants to listen to this song?"

Yang Fan nodded: "Dreams are just like this, without thinking."

"En." Feng Jimeng put her lips on his back shoulder, rubbed them lightly, and tightened her arms around his waist.

Yang Fan's humming stopped for a while, he let out a heavy breath, and continued the next verse.

The ping-pong boy in the High School Attached to Hebei Normal University turned his back on me

Silently staring at the classroom that cannot leave

live in experience till the building crumbles

Ten thousand runaway horses run in his head

Live like this for 30 years until the building collapses

Ten thousand runaway horses run in his head

Live like this for 30 years until the building collapses

The darkness deep in the clouds, the landscape that drowns my heart

……

The porridge on the stove gradually thickened, and small bubbles appeared in the pot.On a summer morning, the small blue flame on the stove, the warm smell of food, the breath and body temperature of two people... The temperature in the kitchen suddenly rose.

Yang Fan propped his fingers on the marble countertop, raised his head slightly, and closed his eyes. As the lyrics breathed out, the humming in his nasal cavity became less frustrated and sad, and became soft and mellow.

Feng Jimeng's kiss was also so clean, the two lips were like two snowflakes, which lightly landed on his shoulders, then lifted up, fell down again, and were melted by the high body temperature.

Yang Fan is a big man, but he is so cherished and loved by a young man.As soon as he thought of this, his heart shrank tightly, and the meridians in his lower abdomen were affected, and he felt a scorching and tight pain.

Feng Jimeng kissed Yang Fan stickily. When he sang, the slight resonance in his chest was transmitted to Feng Jimeng's chest through the hug, plucking his heartstrings one by one, making him not want to stop such intimate movements.

He pulled Yang Fan's loose cotton T-shirt away from the neckline, and when he wanted to kiss more unfamiliar skin, he saw the three-character tattoo.

Feng Jimeng stared at those three words, thinking that it was the first time he knew that Yang Fan was the fish in his mountain. He saw it when he watched him play basketball on the playground, but he couldn't see it clearly at a distance.Now he can see clearly, these three characters are "Xu Youlin".

The tattoo is blurry and should have been washed.Feng Jimeng also has tattoos, and knows that tattoo removal requires repeated washing many times, which is very painful. It is equivalent to slowly destroying that piece of skin and letting it grow back.There are also people who are too humanistic and cannot be washed clean.So he knew at a glance that Yang Fan probably wanted to wash it off, but he didn't know if he couldn't persist or couldn't wash it off.

Feng Jimeng stared at the three words, and rubbed her fingers on them.

"Crack", Yang Fan turned off the fire, and his voice was low and hoarse.

"It's time to eat, Bao'er, take the bowls and chopsticks."

"Ah."

Feng Jimeng let go of him, and took the bowls and chopsticks from the cupboard familiarly.

Yang Fan stood in front of the stove for a while before carrying out the pot.

The two sat facing each other, each had something to worry about, and did not speak for a while.Yang Fan tried every means to restrain his impulse, Feng Jimeng was still thinking about those three words.

"Don't you like to eat this bun?" Yang Fan reminded Feng Jimeng when he saw that Feng Jimeng was just drinking porridge with his head buried.

"No." Feng Jimeng put his chopsticks into the steamer and picked one up, "Brother, it's a bit hot."

"Ah."

Yang Fan turned on the air conditioner in the living room, and turned on the ceiling fan above the dining table. The heat from the porridge was blown away, and Feng Jimeng finished biting a bun in a few mouthfuls.

"Brother, the school has to go to evening self-study for make-up classes, and it is recommended that students live on campus. I don't want to live on campus, can I live at your house?"

Feng Jimeng looked straight at the room at the end of the living room, he had lived in that room many times.But he also noticed sensitively that a hesitant expression flashed across Yang Fan's face, and after a while, Yang Fan said, "Have you talked to your family?"

"Say it, I said I live at a friend's house near the school."

"Your family didn't say anything?"

"They don't have time for me."

Yang Fan put down his chopsticks, seemingly reluctantly, but finally nodded.

"Stay."