Senior, follow me

Yan Zicheng looked into Fang Qiao's eyes, knowing that this matter could not be avoided, he couldn't help but sighed.

"Actually... I really don't want to open it..." Yan Zicheng hesitated for a moment, and finally took the lawyer's letter and opened it in front of Fang Qiao.

Inside was a thin piece of printing paper, on which were printed a few large characters in lead type—"Certificate of Ownership of the House". Yan Zicheng scanned it roughly, his hand trembled, and the certificate fell lightly to the ground.

Fang Qiao hesitated for a moment, then reached out to pick it up.The content of the certificate is very simple. It lists several laws and regulations, and some photocopied versions of documents and certificates are printed on it in gray and black. The last line of the property owner's certificate is written with the words "Yan Jiming".

Fang Qiao's heart moved, and he went back to look for the address of the house. Sure enough, he saw a line of familiar words. Unit 2, Unit 3, Building 502, XX Community, Chaoyang District, was exactly the place Yang Ze told him before!

"Senior, this is..." Fang Qiao looked up at Yan Zicheng, only to find that the other person's face was pale, and his eyes were closed, looking uncomfortable, Fang Qiao was startled, and quickly helped him, "Are you okay? "

Yan Zicheng resisted the pain and suffocation in his chest, forced a smile, "It doesn't matter, it will be fine in a while."

Indeed, it will heal after a while. Yan Zicheng knows his body very well. Although there are many problems, it has always been as tough as a bamboo and will not collapse easily. Unlike his own heart, once it is injured, it will be a long-lasting pain.

"Yan Jiming, it's my father... no, it used to be my father. In my third year of high school, he and my mother divorced. He wanted to live a better life and get rid of me, so he found another woman. The family has been re-established." When his heartbeat returned to normal, Yan Zicheng leaned back on the bed, lowered his eyelids, and spoke in a calm and unhurried manner.

Fang Qiao stared at him, silent, just reached out and held his cold fingertips.

Yan Zicheng was stunned for a moment, a slight smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, and his tone became more relaxed, "He picked a good time, I'm going to be an adult soon, he doesn't need to bear too much responsibility for support, and my mother doesn't I was very stubborn and didn't ask him for a penny. At that time, my mother and I thought it was okay to divorce. My mother had a good job and the salary was enough for me to go to school. Although I was not in good health, as long as I survived those years, I will be able to have a financial income, and my life will become more and more prosperous..."

"It's just that people are not as good as heaven..." Yan Zicheng paused, with a wry smile on his face, "When I was about to take the college entrance examination, my mother fell ill."

Fang Qiao's heart tightened, and suddenly he remembered a long memory.

Three years ago, when the college entrance examination was approaching, in early summer and May, Fang Qiao's first school year in high school was coming to an end, and he finally joined the management class from a small job at the radio station, and he no longer had to go to work every day. Seeing his male god, he still actively broadcasts every day, drooling at the handsome guy.

Until one day, Yan Zicheng no longer appeared.

Fang Qiao inquired around, and finally only asked about vague rumors such as "asked for personal leave".

A month passed quickly, and Yan Zicheng never came to class.There was an uproar on the day the results of the college entrance examination were released.

Yan Zicheng, who was supposed to go to Tsinghua University and Peking University, who was number one in Chinese, ended up going to X University in Chengdu. Everyone was sighing and puzzled, including Fang Qiao.

"At that time...you didn't come to school for a month, were you taking care of your mother?" Fang Qiao asked in a low voice.

Yan Zicheng's eyes were empty, and he nodded slowly, "Yes, my mother...was very ill. She fell down and never stood up again. After the college entrance examination, when I took the admission notice to her bedside, she I struggled to open my eyes and looked, then smiled and went..."

"After that, I lived a ridiculous life. My mother is gone, and my father is no different. No one cares about me, but I feel like I'm dead..." Yan Zicheng blinked, The salty liquid dripped down the eyelashes, "Fang Qiao, do you know? When a person is so sad that he is about to go crazy, the only thing he can do is to use pain to remind himself that he is still alive...I go to the bar to drink, Make trouble, then get beaten, go to the hospital, repeat again and again, the most serious one, someone injured my left eye, I almost became half blind..."

Fang Qiao's breathing stopped, and he finally understood why Yan Zicheng wanted to provoke Zhang Rongling. It was very simple, just to get beaten, fight poison with poison, and relieve the pain.

"Later, Yang Ze found me and scolded me...he said, 'Yan Zicheng, you are not even as good as a dog, your old lady is still lying in the crematorium, you dare to drink and find trouble, hang out in a bar and go to the hospital Can you fucking sleep at night!'..." With a hoarse throat, Yan Zicheng repeated Yang Ze's words that pierced his soul, and then suddenly vented his strength, closed his eyes tiredly, and calmed down "...he was right, he woke me up immediately. Then, I went to my relatives, begged my dad, and managed to raise enough money to buy a cemetery and bury my mother. Then, I went to Chengdu Going to college, three years in a flash."

"..." Fang Qiao trembled her lips, unable to utter a word.He couldn't imagine how Yan Zicheng, who was alone, lived these three years. He was still in school, how did he pay the tuition?What money do you live on?Wandering alone in a strange city, how many grievances have you suffered?What did he give in exchange for the illusion of a talented top student with a carefree life?

After settling for a while, Yan Zicheng was calmer than Fang Qiao.For him, the current life is far more important than remembering the past. The past is over, and he will still feel uncomfortable and cry, but he will not take it more seriously than the troubles in front of him.So he wiped away his tears and talked about the certificate.

"In Beijing, I have nothing but the house my mother left me...the one in Chaoyang District." Yan Zicheng pointed to the piece of paper in Fang Qiao's hand and smiled wryly, "Now, I Even this is gone. I don’t know what my dad did to turn that house into his property. When I came back this trip, I just wanted to try it one last time to see if I could find some loopholes... But looking at it now Come on, there really are no miracles in this world, and I can't beat my dad without money or power, this house is destined to never come back."

"Senior..." Fang Qiao squeezed the cold white paper tightly in her hand, her eyes were sore, "I'm sorry, I can't help you."

He really can't help, he can't even understand the laws and regulations, and he doesn't know how to help Yan Zicheng get justice.He has just grown up not long ago, and is still in his first year of college. He has a harmonious family, a pair of happy parents, and a smooth life. He has never filed a lawsuit, never felt the unfairness of society, and never experienced life and death. ... He is different from Yan Zicheng, he has never experienced any bad or unfortunate things.

For the first time in his life, Fang Qiao felt depressed because he was too happy.

"Shh...don't talk about it." Yan Zicheng looked at him, and suddenly felt that those annoying things were no big deal.He is not the same as before, the world is so big, he is no longer alone, alone, the house is gone, but people are still there, it is enough for him to feel lucky.He waved at Fang Qiao, beckoned him to come over, and joked, "You should feel happy, you should have learned it? Physically speaking, energy is conserved. I am full of energy, complaining, cynical, and only you Only people with such positive energy can bear it."

"But... Senior, the house your mother left you..."

"It doesn't matter, it's just a set of houses. There are no more in Beijing, but there will still be some in Chengdu."

"But that one is different..."

"It's all the same, my mother will follow me, not the house, don't worry."

"...Sooner or later, I will buy that house back!"

"...Okay, I'll wait."

Yan Zicheng smiled, threw the fluffy paper aside, and ignored it.

They stayed in the hospital for three days, and after spending about the same amount Zhang Ronghe had paid for the hospitalization, they were discharged and went to a hotel.The school had already asked for leave, and all the points that should have been deducted had already been deducted, so they simply didn't rush to go back, and planned to stay in Beijing for a few more days until Yan Zicheng's injury healed.

Yan Zicheng didn't take off the gauze and didn't want to go out. Fang Qiao was afraid to go out because he was worried about running into his old lady. Don't feel bored.

After all, the two of them are both young and vigorous, even if Yan Zicheng is physically weak and sexually weak, he still can't resist Fang Qiao's dithering and enthusiasm, and he almost missed the gun several times.

Regarding this matter, Yan Zicheng thought very openly, thinking that if Fang Qiao really wanted it, he would just give it to him. They are all men, and there is no first-time complex. Some expectations.

For more than 20 years, his life has been too ordinary, with no ups and downs, and no novelties. Dancing with Fang Qiao counts as one, and kissing with Fang Qiao counts as one, but those things are nothing compared to sex/love. what.

It is said that the more people lack something, the more they desire it.If this sentence applies to Yan Zicheng, it means that he lacks stimulation, so he is particularly eager for stimulation.Fang Qiao teased him a few times, as if he had a little milk cat stuffed in his heart, and his fleshy paws scratched his heart, but it couldn't be realized.After many times and a long time, Yan Zicheng couldn't hold back anymore.

This Fang Qiao is very proficient in kissing and touching. He is not a reserved person at all. Why is he not willing to go further?Could it be... on purpose?

The more Yan Zicheng thought about it, the more he felt it was possible.In his eyes, Fang Qiao, on the surface, is sunny and cheerful, but in fact, he has a lot of bad things in his heart, and he will pop out from time to time to make a fuss.If you really play some hard-to-get tricks, it is not impossible.

But this time, he guessed wrong.

What is Yan Zicheng's position in Fang Qiao's heart?That's a male god, definitely no less than a big star in the eyes of small fans, even if there is a white gauze on his head, it is also trimmed with gold, very handsome and aloof.The flower of Gaoling that I have been thinking about for three or four years, once it climbs into my palm, it is like a dream.After Fang Qiao got over the excitement at the beginning, she fell into a dreamlike bliss, both joyful and terrified. Every morning when she got up from bed, she had to stare at Yan Zicheng for a long time to believe that everything in front of her was real. Yes, and then have fun for a long time...

Under such a mentality, Fang Qiao was tormented by love and fear.When the energy in his heart came up, he was very happy to hold Yan Zicheng and kiss him, but he didn't know what to say if he wanted to go further.In his cognition, there is still a long way to go to accept a person psychologically and physically. There are really not many people who confess their love during the day and can climb into bed at night...

Although Yan Zicheng doesn't resist kissing and hugging very much, it doesn't mean that he doesn't resist going to bed either!If she really rushed forward, Fang Qiao was really afraid that she would be kicked off by Yan Zicheng, and she would never see each other again...

In short, Fang Qiao thought about it and was very entangled, and he still felt that he could not take this risk.

So, on a dark and windy night, when Yan Zicheng, who had just taken a shower, sat down on his lap, Fang Qiao was dumbfounded.

The author has something to say: the next preview:

Hey, this posture is already very obvious. Hey, what are you going to do next time, I won't say much...

I will try my best to send it out completely, I hope everyone will read it this morning, so as not to be locked... oh...

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