filled

Confused, I couldn't see the boy shaking his head slowly, and replied clearly: "I broke my leg and couldn't walk. This brother kindly recited it for me."

"Knocked down from a rockery?"

The security guard was muttering, and while being carried into the security room, he scolded: "This looks like a hard fall... Sigh... Children like you just like to make a fuss, and it's easy to fall on your legs."

He spoke in a heavy tone. Shi Fangman had also seen this kind of teacher, or in other words, more than half of his colleagues were like this. They obviously cared about the students, but they had a preaching tone. Make those kids shrink their heads in fright.

The boy sat on the chair, shrank his legs, pulled Shi Fangman's clothes corners as if asking for help, and muttered to himself: "I was wrong..."

"Brother, can I borrow your mobile phone to make a call?"

He nodded, handed over the phone, watched the boy dial twice, and only got through the second time, talked with the person on the other end of the phone for a few words, and then returned the phone.

"My dad will pick me up later, brother, can you stay with me for a while?"

The boy pointed to the security guard who was standing not far from the two of them, his face was a little blushing: "I don't want to be here alone with him..."

"Yeah, yes." Shi Fangman took a breath, and also dispersed the hot sweat in this spare security room. For a while, only his legs were sore, and he didn't want to move.

"Don't you need to go to the hospital first?"

Seeing the horrific wound on the boy's leg, he hesitated: "You need to take a picture of this leg, don't hurt the bone."

"Go again later, it doesn't hurt so much now..."

The boy said, shaking his legs slightly, raised his face and stared at Shi Fangman, showing a shy smile: "Actually, it doesn't hurt that much. I was too scared just now, so I cried."

"I thought I was going to be thrown in the park tonight..."

Shi Fangman looked at his flushed face under his soft black hair, shook his head and smiled, comforting: "No, even if you haven't met me, there will be security guards."

Staying in the cool and bright room now, Shi Fangman was also in the mood to notice the boy's appearance and clothes.Fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys are like girls of the same age, there are almost no ugly ones, only budding greenness.But even if the person in front of him put aside his age advantage, he still had an appearance and temperament that people couldn't help but praise. He was wearing a pure white shirt and shorts of the same color like a school uniform. He was straight and clean, which made people feel good.

"Brother, what's your name?"

Shi Fangman was stunned.

When he was hesitating, the boy said first, as if flattering him: "My name is Yan Zheng, Yan of King Yan, the Zheng of Gong Shangjiao Zheng Yu."

"Time is full..."

"Which words?"

Shi Fangman looked at him with sparkling eyes, but couldn't resist the other party's curiosity, so he had to say: "When the time is, the direction is square, Man..."

"...satisfied and full."

In less than 10 minutes, Yan Zheng's family hurried over. While the security guard and Shi Fangman were helping him out, they saw a man in black clothes and black trousers getting out of the car with flashing lights. , the movement was neat, and after a face-to-face effort, Yan Zheng was carried on his back.Shi Fangman was taken aback, but Yan Zheng waved his hand readily: "Then I'm leaving, thank you Brother Fangman!"

"see you later!"

Shi Fangman hummed subconsciously, and when the car closed the door, the security guard beside him sighed: "I haven't seen this posture before, so it can't be the young master of a rich man?"

Shi Fangman also laughed. He dug out a tissue from his pocket, took off his glasses, wiped off the sweat stains, and said, "Probably."

Shi Fangman didn't know what happened that night in his life. At this time, Fangman didn't know. What impressed him most was that he was woken up by the heat while sleeping, touched his phone, and wrote down the repair of the air conditioner in the memo. Three words, and then sank into the thunderous dream that he could not escape all this time.

21:11:38

End of 16

To be honest, the name Yan Zheng was forgotten by Shi Fangman after that night, so that after a long time, the mobile phone rang suddenly, and when the boy's voice came from behind the strange number, Shi Fangman had no idea what to do. Can't remember.

"Brother Fang Man, I'm Yan Zheng..."

Who is it?

He was still thinking drowsily, but the other party had realized it from the long silence, and the voice suddenly became cold, revealing a sense of grievance: "It's me, brother, you carried me on your back in the park last time, do you remember?"

The memory of the body is more effective than the brain. The consequence of carrying someone back is that Shi Fangman's legs are still sore from overuse. He remembered them all at once, and subconsciously replied, "Are your legs okay?"

"It's almost done! It's fine if you don't run!" The voice jumped up again: "Brother Fang Man, today is Saturday off, can I go to you? I want to go to your house to thank you!"

Shi Fangman subconsciously refused: "No, it's too polite..."

"Then can I invite you to dinner? Actually, I can't find anyone to accompany me out..."

Shi Fangman heard Yan Zheng's low voice, and after a while of silence, he said: "I'm sorry, I..."

"No, I'm the one who interrupted you," Yan Zheng cut off the conversation first, and apologized modestly: "If you're busy, do it first, and I can do it next time, as long as you have time, I'm free!"

He said this with a bit of grievance, but at the end of the sentence, he revealed his expectation for the next appointment. Shi Fangman scratched his hair, and had a strange premonition that Yan Zheng might be entangled with him recently. This kind of reality A kind-hearted child, like a hot potato, is a bit difficult to deal with.Moreover, Yan Zheng was very sensitive, and Shi Fangman didn't dare to refuse too coldly. After the other party invited him three times, Shi Fangman was too embarrassed to refuse any more, so he had no choice but to play it safe and invite someone to come to his house as a guest.

To be honest, Shi Fangman wanted to go out, but Yan Zheng had a kind of winking look, and when he heard his agreement, he changed the subject and said, "Brother, how about going to your house?"

"I have math homework that I can't do..."

The first three rejections, Yan Zheng was not without gain, at least unknowingly, Shi Fangman revealed to the other party that Shi Fangman taught mathematics in junior high school, Yan Zheng was about to be a sophomore in high school, studying literature, and he said on the phone that he hated it Mathematics, single subject performance always lags behind.

Shi Fangman can refuse Yan Zheng, but as a teacher, he is always responsive to students' requests.On the day Yan Zheng came, he cleaned up the house, bought cooked food and fruits, and found some papers from his city's second-year senior high school final exam last year and put them on the desk, waiting for the doorbell to ring at 10:30 in the morning.

He quietly waited for Yan Zheng's visit in this room where no guests would come even during Chinese New Year.

Yan Zheng came here with a cane, and his leg was still in plaster, which was not in the state of "just can't run" as he said.Shi Fangman stared at him when he came to the door with condemning eyes, but Yan Zheng waved with a blushing face, and only avoided his wink to greet others: "Everyone move in."

This child has confirmed his identity as the young master of a rich family. This time, he was followed by two men in black clothes and black trousers. They looked like bodyguards, but they were actually porters. It almost occupied a quarter of Shi Fangman's living room.

"I don't need it, Yan Zheng, ask someone to take it back."

Perhaps it was because of several phone calls, and after almost a month of not seeing each other, Shi Fangman's tone of calling the boy's name became more intimate. Yan Zheng leaned on crutches skillfully and leaned forward, looking up at him slightly, flattering him. Said: "It was all given by someone else, and it will fall into ashes when it is left alone. Brother Fang Man, you can accept it."

The boy's eyes brightened as he approached, and Shi Fangman had to dodge some distance back.

"It's for you too, and the ashes are yours too, so don't give it to me," Shi Fangman shook his head: "That day was really easy, if you gave me such an expensive gift, it would seem too unfamiliar."

Yan Zheng obviously wanted to get close to him. When Shi Fangman said this, he immediately pursed his lips with a bitter expression.

Shi Fangman signaled the two people to take the gift back, and directed Yan Zheng to sit on the sofa, but Yan Zheng didn't speak, and the two people didn't move, so he had to take out a tea box and waved it in front of Yan Zheng: "I Accepted."

Yan Zheng's pursed lips curled up a little: "Then you guys take back the leftovers."

Shi Fangman went to make a pot of tea, using a gift he had just received, and when he came back with the teacup, Yan Zheng was squatting with his injured leg, closing the iron gate with a jump.

"They're gone!"

Yan Zheng announced, his tone could not hide his excitement.

Shi Fangman couldn't keep up with his emotions, so he hummed lightly, and said hello, "Shall I drink tea?"

"it is good."

"There is yogurt in the refrigerator, as well as mango juice and coconut juice, do you want to drink?"

Yan Zheng smiled and said, "Shouldn't you ask me which one I want to drink?"

Shi Fangman was holding his usual white teacup, the light green buds in the water were slowly soaking, he blew on the hot air, and asked Yan Zheng kindly: "What do you want to drink?"

"I want to drink."

He stretched out his hand towards Shi Fangman, cupped his palm and put it in front of him: "Brother Fangman, I want everything."

Yan Zheng's bangs are a bit long, and when he leans forward, they hit his eyes. Shi Fangman heard people chatting in the office mention that people with long eyelashes can cover their bangs. I saw it with my own eyes today, and I realized that the rumors are not just rumors.Yan Zheng's eyelashes are slender and curly, as if ordinary high school boys should not have them, as if they have been dressed up.Looking at the facial features alone, he is not feminine, but the details on the eyelashes reminded Shi Fangman of those girls who were delicately made up and as soft and fragrant as hibiscus flowers. He relaxed the fingers holding the handle of the cup , He breathed a sigh of relief: "Then we have to make up lessons first."

Yan Zheng took out the test paper and handed it over, letting Shi Fang fill it out.