I'm a black fan, you have to get used to me

Meng Zhen's words startled Cen Xiao.

If it really counts, Cen Xiao has already lived in Fu Zhun's house for a month.

In the past month, he has not returned home once.

I don't even know what has changed at home.

"Moving?" Cen Xiao's expression, which could barely be restrained, could not be stretched now.

His face darkened a lot in an instant, and he was even a little unbelievable.

"I'm going to take you to Huadu." Seeing his complicated expression, Meng Zhen was calmer than before.

The previous hysteria faded away, and it became more difficult for Cen Xiao to deal with.

Cen Xiao looked at her in disbelief: "Why should I go to Huadu?"

"Why did you take you to Huadu, don't you really know?" Meng Zhen's eyes turned cold, and her eyes were full of disappointment, "Think about what you have been doing recently?"

Seeing that Cen Xiao didn't speak, Meng Zhen didn't want to quarrel with him on the plane, so she could only suppress the anger in her heart and didn't continue to criticize him.

Unexpectedly, not long after, Cen Xiao noticed something was wrong.

He got up immediately and said, "I want to get off the plane."

"What are you thinking?" Meng Zhen finally couldn't help raising her voice: "Do you have to let me tell you one by one what you have done recently?"

Seeing that there seemed to be people looking towards them, she could only lower her voice, and looked at Cen Xiao with hatred, and there was a hint of gnashing of teeth in her tone: "You are shameless, I want shame!"

The two of them hadn't reached a conclusion yet, and the stewardess came to maintain order with an apologetic face: "I'm sorry to disturb you, the plane will take off soon, please go back to your seat and fasten your seat belt, thank you for your cooperation."

The mother and son have always been competitive, and neither wants to lose face in front of outsiders.

Now a stranger came suddenly, so he could only temporarily fight coldly.

It wasn't until the plane arrived in Huadu that Cen Xiao said indifferently again: "I want to go back."

However, Meng Zhen's attitude was also very firm: "Impossible."

"What do you mean?" Cen Xiao noticed that Meng Zhen's behavior was particularly inexplicable this time, and he didn't even explain to him, and his anger rose instantly.

The atmosphere between the two became tense.

However, Meng Zhen was obviously not easy to provoke, she looked at Cen Xiao coldly: "Are you sure you want me to tell?"

Seeing that Cen Xiao was silent, Meng Zhen told him one by one what he had done recently: "Lying is one of them. You told me that you lived in the dormitory even though you lived at the same table. I didn't wrong you. Bar?"

"Puppy love is the second. Someone has already told me about your relationship with your tablemate."

"These two add up, you two are living together, right? What else can you say?"

Cen Xiao couldn't refute Meng Zhen's words.

Seeing that he had nothing to say, Meng Zhen didn't let him go, and still wanted to make up for it again: "I've already sold the previous house, and I bought a new one in Huadu. Although it's not as big as the previous one, the two of us can live together. More than enough to live in.”

"I've also completed your transfer procedures. In your third year of high school, you can go to school in Huadu. Anyway, you're going to be admitted to a university in Huadu."

"I entrusted a lot of talents to do these things well, don't let me worry about it anymore, okay Xiaoxiao?"

These words fell into Cen Xiao's ears, and he was stunned for a long time.

He was too slow to come to his senses, as if he didn't understand what he did wrong: "I have to go because of those things?"

"Otherwise?!" Meng Zhen, who had accumulated emotions for a long time, seemed to be irritated by his confused expression.

She grabbed Cen Xiao's arm, and she had the hysterical look again: "You're dating a man, do you know that?! Do you know what that means?!"

"This means that everyone will look at you with strange eyes in the future, whether it is your fans or passers-by, they will all point fingers at you."

"Your road in the future will only get narrower and narrower, and there is even no way to go. Don't you understand?!"

Every word she said was like cold water splashed on Cen Xiao's face.

The hope that had been ignited by Cen Qin's encouragement was instantly extinguished.

"But Dad said it's okay..." Cen Xiao looked at Meng Zhen blankly: "He said two boys..."

"Have you met him in private?" Before the words finished, Meng Zhen interrupted him with a sneer: "No wonder, no wonder you have become more and more courageous recently, so it turned out that he was abetting you behind your back."

"Don't you want to follow him as an example? Then take a look at what he has been like in recent years?"

"Does he still dare to film? Does he dare to appear on the screen?"

"Is this the way you want to go?"

Thinking of Cen Qin, Meng Zhen couldn't help cursing: "Your father is sick, can't you tell?! Are you still imitating him?!"

"He lied to me, you want to lie to me too?!"

"Then why did I fight so hard for your custody right?!"

After finishing the words, Meng Zhen panted heavily, obviously irritated.

Dazed by her anger, she was even a little speechless.

The mother and son were silent for a long time, and neither of them wanted to reconcile.

After an unknown amount of time, Cen Xiao suddenly sighed.

Meng Zhen was very clear about the meaning of his little actions.

Every time he sighed in the past, it meant that he accepted his fate.

Whether it is unable to resist, or too lazy to resist and disdain to resist, at least Meng Zhen has achieved her goal.

Seeing that he was obedient, Meng Zhen didn't want to quarrel too much with her own son, so she struggled to smile, wanting to slap and then give a sweet date: "Mom is also for..."

"Mom." Before she finished speaking, Cen Xiao interrupted her with a blank expression: "I don't want to hear any more that you are doing it for my own good, because I'm not going to get better at all."

Hearing this, Meng Zhen's smile instantly froze at the corner of her mouth: "What do you mean?"

Asked by her, Cen Xiao sighed again.

He did accept his fate, but not Meng Zhen's.

"If you think liking a boy is sick..." Cen Xiao was silent, and continued: "Then I am sick."

……

For the whole summer vacation, Meng Zhen confiscated Cen Xiao's mobile phone.

And people were also thrown into the crew for filming.

Every day, the acting class and the crew run at both ends.

Interspersed with a few endorsements from time to time, very busy.

On the other hand, Fu Zhun also collected his mobile phone when he went out for training camp, and even if he didn't, he was too busy to look at it, and the two had almost no way of contacting each other.

Fu Zhun only thought that he was busy filming and couldn't look at his phone.

During this period, Cen Xiao sneaked away once, but the noise was so loud that Meng Zhen called the police.

Dejia High School was the first place he went when he came back by plane.

He thought that Fu Zhun was training at the school, but the studio in the art building was empty.

Cen Xiao couldn't contact anyone he knew, and his whereabouts were notable, so he could only return without success in the end.

Before leaving, he left a small note for Fu Zhun.

When he finished writing and was looking for a place to post it, he happened to see the portrait of Cen Xiao hugging the roaring sky dog ​​when he was a child pasted on Fu Zhun's drawing board.

The painting is almost done, and Fu Zhun's name and time are also signed in the lower right corner.

Cen Xiao paused, and carefully tore the painting off the drawing board.

He wanted to replace it with his own note, but he was afraid that his teacher or other students would see it if it was pasted too clearly, so he could only secretly stick it in the corner.

After pasting, the torn picture had nowhere to put it.

Cen Xiao's gaze froze on the painting for a moment, and finally he quietly rolled up the painting and took it away secretly.

When school was about to start, Fu Zhun's training camp was almost over.

He couldn't find anyone from Cen Xiao, so he could only count the days and look forward to the start of school.

I also specially bought a paper calendar to tear it up, saying that it feels faster this way.

On the first day of school, it was drizzling in the sky.

When Fu Zhun woke up and saw the weather outside the window, he felt depressed for a while.

With great difficulty, he snatched up a new pair of out-of-print white sneakers that Cen Xiao had previously endorsed.

Even the clothes on his body were brands endorsed by Cen Xiao.

Although Fu Zhun has always been called a princess by Cen Xiao, this person has never had a sense of ritual when young couples meet.

This time it took a lot of trouble, but it turned out to be raining today.

Looking at the cloudy and rainy weather outside, Fu Zhun let out a breath, and immediately went downstairs to look for Uncle Liu after washing.

"Mom." When Fu Zhun arrived downstairs, he found that Uncle Liu was not there, only He Keren and Aunt Zhang at home were there.

He looked around: "Where's Uncle Liu? Isn't he here?"

"No, he left with your dad early in the morning." He Keren took a sip of the coffee at hand, raised his eyes and glanced at Fu Zhun who came down from the stairs: "Your clothes look pretty, when will you buy them?" of?"

"Two days ago." Fu Zhun answered ambiguously, and then asked: "Then who else can send me to school today?"

Hearing what he said, He Keren stopped drinking coffee and said inexplicably, "Send you to school? Didn't you just have a holiday?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

"You are really my own mother." Fu Zhun rolled his eyes angrily: "I'm starting school now."

He Keren: "..."

She laughed awkwardly, "You've been training outside this summer vacation, I think you've only been back for two days, so I thought you were just on vacation."

"Let's not talk about this for now." Fu Zhun didn't bother to care about such trivial matters: "Mom, can you send me to school later?"

"Yes, yes." He Keren really didn't have anything to be busy with, but he just asked in confusion: "Didn't you not like others to send you there before? What did you say that you should take care of Mr. Fu's affairs? What's the matter now? You don't want to be yours." Mr. Fu?"

Fu Zhun was a little caught off guard by her sudden dismantling, he was dumbfounded for a moment before he came up with a reason: "Isn't it raining?"

"Rain?" He Keren glanced at the barely visible drizzle outside the window, "Just this little rain? When you were young, couldn't you run back and forth in the rain, stepping on puddles crazily and not let others Stop it?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

Fu Zhun became a little impatient after being exposed by He Keren one after another. He frowned and said, "Mom, if you don't want to send me off, you can find someone else. Why do you always tear me down?"

"Send, send, send." He Keren couldn't help smiling when he saw that he was in a hurry: "It's rare for my unruly and freedom-loving son to come to me for help, so of course my own mother has to help."

After a pause, she scrutinized Fu Zhun up and down with undisguised eyes, and then teased: "You are really handsome, and I don't know who is going to make it cheaper, and if you don't let your mother see it too." See?"

"What's the rush?" Fu Zhun smiled lightly: "Your son is a good student, so he won't do things that violate school discipline and rules."

He Keren: "..."

"Yo, our handsome guy is still pretending." As she said that, she snorted softly, finished her breakfast in a hurry, and said: "You also eat your breakfast first, and I will clean it up before sending you to .”

It took a long time for He Keren to tidy herself up. When she finished putting on her makeup and went downstairs, Fu Zhun was already standing at the door anxiously: "Mom, hurry up."

"Isn't there still an hour left?" He Ke came down from the stairs unhurriedly, and opened the door to go out after changing his shoes at the door.

At this light rain, she didn't even bother to open an umbrella, so she just walked out.

As a result, after walking a few steps, Fu Zhun could not be seen following him: "Just now you were so happy, what are you dawdling about now?"

"Wait until you bring the car over." Fu Zhun smiled innocently, shook the umbrella in his hand, and said confidently, "Isn't it raining? My shoes are so white."

He Keren: "..."

She looked up at the drizzle that couldn't be thinner: "Just this little rain is worth your umbrella? Do you want me to drive the car to the door? Do you want to drive directly into the bedroom to pick you up from the bed?" "

"Isn't this not enough family?" Fu Zhun didn't think there was any problem at all, and looked confident.

He Keren glanced at him speechlessly: "Why don't you pretend to kill you?"

She rolled her eyes, and finally followed Fu Zhun's words and drove the car to the door of the house, urging: "Hurry up, come up quickly."

However, Fu Zhun walked unhurriedly as if he didn't hear him.

When he was waiting under the eaves, he suddenly opened the umbrella in his hand and stepped on the ground carefully, for fear that the rain would splash out and stain his trouser legs and white shoes.

He Ke sat in the car and watched the whole process, and couldn't help it again: "You can do it, I never escaped the rain like this when I was pregnant with you."

She even had a little doubt whether it was because she didn't hide from the rain so much when she was pregnant, which made Fu Zhun's mind not very normal.

"Can it be the same?" Fu Zhun walked slowly to the front of the car, with a light tone: "You didn't wear the limited-edition white sneakers endorsed by my dad when you were pregnant."

He Keren: "..."

After dawdling for a long time, Fu Zhun finally sat in the car.

He Keren was relieved.

Fu Zhun was almost pissed to death.

She thought this was the end of it.

As a result, when we arrived at the school, Fu Zhun came again: "Mom, why don't you drive the car in?"

He Keren looked at the other parents around: "Where did the parents drive the car in? Don't everyone get off at the school gate?"

"Because they don't have awesome white sneakers." Fu Zhun paused, and suddenly looked proud.

He Keren: "..."

Hearing him mentioning this pair of shoes repeatedly, He Keren couldn't help but look back, "Although your shoes are very beautiful, it won't make your baby look like this, right?"

After a pause, she still couldn't suppress the urge to complain in her heart: "Why don't you take off your shoes and run?"

"In case I run into acquaintances on the road, then I might as well carry the plane and run overnight." Fu Zhun glanced at the people coming and going outside the window: "Mom, hurry up, just send it to the downstairs of the teaching building."

Hearing this, He Keren sighed speechlessly, resigned to his fate and drove the car into the school gate.

Along the way, he was still crazily complaining: "I don't know who got used to your pretentiousness. Is your dad so used to you? I really have to talk to him."

However, Fu Zhun ignored He Keren's complaints as if he had installed a shield.

Along the way, he was looking to see if he happened to meet Cen Xiao.

When he got downstairs in the dormitory, Fu Zhun opened his umbrella again.

Seeing this, He Keren couldn't help it anymore: "It's only a few meters away from the steps of your teaching building. You walked over in just a few steps, and it's worth letting you hold an umbrella? Why don't you just put on your shoes and put on a raincoat ?”

If it weren't for the shoe covers and raincoat that would affect his appearance, Fu Zhun's character would really be able to wear them.

But now is obviously not the time to worry about these things.

As if he didn't hear what He Keren said, Fu Zhun opened his umbrella as before, and walked cautiously towards the teaching building with big strides.

He is simply the most beautiful boy in the entire Dejia.

He Keren looked at his series of coquettish operations, and felt that the wanted fugitive was not as careful as he was.

After saying goodbye to his mother, Fu Zhun finally slowly climbed to the fifth floor.

When I got to the classroom, more than half of the class had already come.

However, Cen Xiao hadn't come yet.

Fu Zhun straightened his clothes, checked the white shoes to make sure they were not dirty, and then sat down in his seat, waiting for Cen Xiao to come with a cheerful expression on his face.

Even when Qian Zhaoyang passed by, he couldn't help but boast: "Brother, you are so handsome today, are you going on a date?"

"Your brother isn't usually handsome?" Fu Zhun raised his eyes and glanced at him with a proud expression: "I'll give you a chance to reorganize the language."

"Usually he's handsome, but today he's especially handsome." Qian Zhaoyang chuckled.

These words pleased Fu Zhun, he waved his hand and did not embarrass Qian Zhaoyang anymore.

However, time passed minute by minute, and seeing Xu Qingzhou enter the classroom, Cen Xiao still did not come.

Fu Zhun couldn't help poking his probe out the window.

As a result, the corridor was empty, not even the sound of hurried footsteps.

Fu Zhun, who was originally quite peaceful, suddenly became restless.

He secretly took out his phone and clicked on Cen Xiao's WeChat chat box.

The chat history still stays on the message he sent to Cen Xiao.

And Cen Xiao's last reply was before the summer vacation at the end of June.

So far away that the memory is a little fuzzy.

A bad premonition gradually rose in Fu Zhun's heart.

The students around are all seated in twos, whispering to their deskmates from time to time, and fighting a few times.

Looking at this scene, he always felt a little dazzling.

As if everyone should have a gift, only he doesn't have it.

After holding back for a while, Fu Zhun couldn't bear it anymore, and sent another message to Cen Xiao——

【Where have you been? 】

After waiting for 2 minutes, seeing that he didn't reply, the frequency of Fu Zhun's sending messages was obviously accelerated, and he felt a little anxious——

[Not yet? 】

[Old Xu is here. 】

[If you don't come, you will be late. 】

【? ? ? 】

[Do you have a dog outside? 】

【Where are you? 】

[Brother, brother, brother. 】

[Cen Xiao? 】

He was typing, when Xu Qingzhou on the podium suddenly slapped his head, as if remembering something, and said, "By the way, listen to me, our classmate Cen Xiao will not be studying this semester because of his special courses. With us, I didn't have time to say goodbye to everyone."

"His mother said that he prepared a unique little gift for each of us, and it has been sent to my office. When I turn back, the monitor will go to me to share it."

With a "snap", the phone in Fu Zhun's hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Xu Zhiyao and He Yipeng who were closest to him couldn't help but look back at him quietly.

In the end, he saw Fu Zhun sitting with his eyes blank, without saying a word.

It seems to be watching Xu Qingzhou on the podium, but it seems that no one is watching.

He Yipeng was taken aback, and couldn't help but tapped his desk lightly: "Brother Yan..."

Hearing the sound, Fu Zhun slowly turned his head, looked at him, and asked with dull eyes: "What did you just say?"

"Just now..." He Yipeng glanced at Xu Qingzhou on the podium, and whispered: "Old Xu said that Brother Xiao has transferred to another school, and his mother prepared a gift for us, and asked the monitor to go..."

Before he finished speaking, he was sitting quietly and obediently waiting for Fu Zhun, when he suddenly bent down to pick up the mobile phone on the ground, got up and rushed out through the back door.

Both Xu Qingzhou and He Yipeng were startled.

After they reacted, they couldn't help shouting: "Fu Zhun?! You haven't finished class yet, where are you going?!"

I don't know when, the drizzle that was originally ignored by people suddenly fell heavily.

Bits of raindrops fell on the ground, forming a puddle of water in the slightly sunken place.

But Fu Zhun, who was still pretentious because of the white sneakers just now, stepped on it as if he didn't see it.

The splashed water fell on the shoes, making a pair of brand new white shoes mottled instantly.

The trousers were also stained with mud.

He didn't know where he wanted to go, he just walked and called all the way.

In the end, all he heard was a cold mechanical female voice.

Fu Zhun walked aimlessly on the huge campus for a long time.

In the end it was Zhou Yuancheng who found him.

In the middle of the class, he suddenly received a message from Qian Zhaoyang, saying that Fu Zhun just ran away for no reason and couldn't find anyone.

Looking at this news, Zhou Yuancheng felt a little unbelievable.

In the end, after asking, they found out that their homeroom teacher had just announced the news of Cen Xiao's transfer.

Zhou Yuancheng was stunned for a moment, then quickly sneaked out of the classroom.

It turned out that Fu Zhun was sitting in the dormitory where he and Cen Xiao lived before, his eyes staring blankly.

Cen Xiao's bed on the lower bunk was still the same as it was two months ago, with nothing missing except the pillow.

There was even a layer of dust.

And not long ago, Fu Zhun, who was still picky about cleanliness, just sat beside his dusty bed, propping his head in a daze.

"Drager?" Zhou Yuancheng called out to him embarrassingly, "Are you okay?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Zhun finally raised his eyelids, but did not speak.

His eyes were very cold.

"Actually, it's only one year." Zhou Yuancheng knew why he was angry, "You should know which school he is going to take, right? Even if you don't go to the same school as him, you can go to the same city."

He looked at Fu Zhun's expression: "Maybe he has no choice? People in the circle say that his mother wants his son to become a dragon, and if he is strictly controlled, he may be sent to a better school. Don't think too much about it. "

Seeing that Fu Zhun was still silent, Zhou Yuancheng scratched his head anxiously, "Then what..."

After a short pause, he suddenly thought of the information Qian Zhaoyang told him just now, and he had a flash of inspiration: "Didn't he say that he prepared gifts for everyone in the class? Maybe he just wanted to tell you something, go and see him What did I leave for you?"

These words barely diverted Fu Zhun's attention, and he finally had some reaction.

Fu Zhun frowned and pursed his lips a little, but fortunately he finally let go and said, "Then go back and have a look."

Seeing that he could be saved, Zhou Yuancheng hurriedly dragged him back to the classroom.

When they arrived in the classroom, the class leader was organizing the gifts.

I heard that every gift has a designated recipient, and everyone's gift is not the same.

Everyone felt that Cen Xiao had prepared carefully.

Little did they know that all the gifts were actually prepared by Meng Zhen, and Cen Xiao didn't even know about it.

"Hey, give way!" Relying on his slightly slender body, Zhou Yuancheng anxiously pushed Fu Zhun into the front row: "Do you have Fu Zhun's? Where is Fu Zhun's gift?"

"Wait, I'll look for it." The squad leader was rummaging through a pile of boxes.

However, after searching for a long time, he couldn't find Fu Zhun's name. He scratched his head puzzledly: "Who got it wrong? I'll check the list."

The squad leader took the list on the side and carefully checked it. Zhou Yuancheng was a little anxious seeing his unhurried appearance, so he simply searched the box again by himself.

Fu Zhun stood quietly at the side with his eyes downcast, watching everyone happily taking presents with no expression on his face.

"Hey? Why didn't I see Brother Yan's name." The squad leader was also confused now. He tapped his head with a signature pen, adjusted his glasses and counted again: "Why are there only 58 people on this list? Alone."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the class fell silent.

The originally lively atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Even Zhou Yuancheng, who was bending over and looking hard at the side, froze for an instant.

He raised his head slowly, but he was a little afraid to look at Fu Zhun's expression.

After a long silence, he forced himself to face Fu Zhun and glanced at him quietly.

However, the scene at this moment was different from what he had imagined.

Fu Zhun didn't make any noise after hearing what the squad leader said, but just stood there quietly with no expression on his face.

As if this is such a calm and breezy thing.

Seeing that he didn't seem to care, the other students in the class breathed a sigh of relief and returned to their original lively look.

But Zhou Yuancheng had an ominous premonition.

He pushed aside the crowd and walked to Fu Zhun's side, and called out in a low voice, "Drager?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Zhun just glanced at him indifferently: "What?"

"Uh..." Zhou Yuancheng was also a little unpredictable about Fu Zhun's current mood, so he could only comfort him cautiously: "Maybe Cen Xiao thinks...you two will meet again anyway, so I didn't leave you a farewell gift."

"Oh." Fu Zhun replied in a low voice, as if he didn't care, twitching the corners of his mouth indifferently, "You think I'm rare?"

These words fell into the ears of others, and there was absolutely no problem hearing them.

It is indeed normal for Fu Zhun, who is neither short of money nor chasing stars, to have such a nonchalant reaction.

But Zhou Yuancheng knew that Fu Zhun shouldn't just react like this.

He had seen Fu Zhun making trouble for no reason at Cen Xiao, and he had also seen Cen Xiao complaining that his body was spoiling him.

The two of them should not be like this, one understates, the other leaves without saying goodbye.

Sighing, Zhou Yuancheng was thinking about what to say to divert this matter...

But the moment Fu Zhun turned back to his seat, he caught a glimpse of his red eyes.