you have the ability to wear a skirt

For this reply, Fang Zilu fully accepted it within half a minute.

As the only man appointed to be scumbag by Jane Liang, he even had a little pride in being recognized.

Jian Liangyi felt that Fang Zilu's thinking was a little wrong, and he looked at problems from a different perspective than others.

It's flattering to be a spare tire for others, but if it was another person, he would have been so angry that he would have punched him directly.

How can I bear it.

Just because of his face?

A little too much.

Jian Liangyi looked in the mirror and wanted to take a picture, but when she saw her swollen face, she felt that it was just like that.

A little bit of loss piled up, and was broken up by him in the bottom of my heart.

Fang Zilu called him outside and told him that class would start in a few minutes.

They went out together to buy a new exercise book at the print shop downstairs.

Probably because of the recent inseparability, Liao Ming and Tang Xiao mistakenly think that they are married, so they usually don't stay together in class and after school.

After all, no one likes to be a light bulb.

"There must be no room." Fang Zilu stepped on Xiao Hei, and handed the helmet to Jian Liangyi.

Jian Liangyi was no stranger to being late, he packed the exercise book in his bag, stepped on the back seat: "If there is no seat, just stand."

"Fourth class?" Fang Zilu's voice muffled in his helmet, "Are you willing?"

Jian Liang curled her lips, and pressed her knee against the opponent's thigh.

The end of December is always busy, and English CET-[-] will follow.

Jian Liangyi usually doesn't forget her homework, and now she doesn't feel too pressured when several professional courses are piled up together.

On the contrary, Fang Zilu was overwhelmed by a bunch of Greek letters, and finally he just lay down on the table in the library and had a good night's sleep.

Anyway, his scholarship for this semester is gone, as long as he doesn't fail the subject, he will be thankful.

At the end of December, the fourth grade ends.

Jian Liangyi felt that she could pass the exam, so she went to buy a vocabulary book for level [-] when she left the exam room.

He stayed in the dormitory almost all day, and rarely came out alone.The barber shop next to the bookstore is doing an event, [-]% off on washing, cutting and blowing, and [-]% off if you spend [-] on the card.

Jian Liangyi stopped at the door with a book in her hand. The young man who was drying the towels greeted him casually, and he went in to get a haircut.

"Just keep it short."

"Do you want Korean bobo rolled?"

Jian Liang paused, and repeated what she had just said.

"Just keep it short."

He looked at himself in the mirror and put on the cloth, and the fine strands of hair fell out one by one.

"Is this length okay?" The barber took the opportunity to sell, "Actually, your hair is soft, so it's suitable for you to perm..."

"No need," Jian Liang interrupted him, "Just keep it short."

After the short haircut, the neck was refreshed, and the ears that were originally covered by the ends of the hair were exposed. The small piece was made whiter by the black hair.

"Handsome guy," a barber bent down and whispered in his ear, "The beauty next door wants a contact information, is it convenient?"

Jian Liangyi didn't even squint her eyes: "It's not convenient."

"Give me one," the barber persuaded him with a smile, "Don't refuse beautiful women!"

Jian Liang held the phone in his hand and turned it under the apron twice, he looked at himself in the mirror, and said lightly: "There is a partner."

On the way back, the sun was good, and he was warmed by the sun, and his heart suddenly felt a lot easier.

Since leaving Huai City, Jian Liangyi seems to have started a brand new life, and life is slowly getting better.

When he opened the door, his "subject" was playing a game on the microphone, he was taken aback when he saw Jian Liangyi, and immediately took off the earphones.

"Whose handsome guy?" He walked over in surprise and hugged Jian Liangyi, "You went to the wrong dormitory!"

Jian Liangyi was still holding the fruit in her hand, and she looked up as if she had been thrown into her arms by a dog.

Fang Zilu's body smelled reassuring, his thick pajamas stuffed his mouth and nose, and his neck rubbed against the cool tip of his nose.

"Is it okay?" Jian Liang said with a smile.

Fang Zilu hugged him around and said, "That's great."

Soon to New Year's Day, the final exam will follow.

Jian Liangyi stayed in the dormitory for a whole day, and in the end it was Fang Zilu who dragged him out, saying that he was blowing the wind and seeing the light.

Jian Liangyi didn't understand the cold wind blowing his face in the cold winter months. He wrapped his clothes tightly and walked around the playground with Fang Zilu like an idiot.

This must be fucking love, Jian Liang thought vaguely.

"Do you still remember the gym at the North Gate?" Fang Zilu tilted his body and squeezed Jian Liangyi with his shoulders, "It closed down a few days ago."

"Have you applied for the card?" Jian Liang raised her eyebrows and squeezed back.

"No way," Fang Zilu said with a smile, "Don't you want to bring you together when school starts? If you don't do it, I won't do it. Now it seems that you are quite far-sighted, and this kind of store won't last long near the school. "

Jian Liang said nonsense, there is a special gym in the club, and you can get free by swiping the campus card, just like Fang Zilu, who is stupid and has a lot of money, only thinking of getting a card outside the school.

"You were so cold when school started, you ignored me," Fang Zilu lowered his head, and chuckled in Jian Liangyi's ear, "It's okay now, give me a hug..."

People were talking in their ears, and the hot breath they exhaled seemed to be poured into their brains.

Jian Liang pushed the man away, Fang Zilu leaned over again, and he pushed away again.

Repeatedly and tirelessly.

Probably for fun.

Just when they were pulling back and forth and almost sticking together, Jian Liangyi's cell phone in her pocket vibrated.

He doesn't socialize much, and few people call him.

When he took out his phone, he was surprised to find that this person was Feng Min.

Fang Zilu put his chin on Jian Liangyi's shoulder from behind, and asked lazily, "Who—"

Jane coolly pushed his face away: "I'll answer the phone."

He and Feng Min usually communicate by text message, why did they make a phone call today?

Suddenly Youzhong panicked for no reason, and was verified the moment he connected the phone.

"Xiaoyi, uncle is gone."

At first, Jian Liangyi didn't realize what the word "gone" meant, until Feng Min's voice sounded again, he didn't understand what happened.

"The cause of death...is still under investigation."

Jian Liangyi didn't know how to describe her mood at that moment.

Not too much sadness, but not happy either.

Too plain made him feel a little terribly indifferent, as if he was just leaving an insignificant stranger.

He returned to the bedroom in a daze, opened the door and fell on the bed, his mind was blank, as if there was nothing.

Fang Zilu asked him what was wrong, and he buried his face in the quilt, and then fell asleep somehow.

He dreamed of his former parents, the smell of rice wafting in the courtyard.

The woman hugged him to cook and listen to the opera, and the man taught him to ride a bicycle and eat crabs.

His family was obviously so happy, but fell apart after a few years.

"Money can change a person." Liang Yuebai said to him, "Your father is not a good person."

"How can you wear this kind of clothes? Isn't this serious clothes?"

"How can my son shoot like this? No amount of money will do."

But he brought the skirts anyway.

"Son, I have no money to eat, my son."

"Just this time, Dad will take you home after filming."

At the beginning, he coaxed and lied, but when his patience ran out, he forced him to do so.

The crying was intermittent, as if being choked by the throat.

Jian Liang drowned in the darkness, almost suffocating.

"Jane Liangyi, wake up."

He jerked violently, waking up from his sleep.

Tears flowed to the side of the ears, and wetly covered the whole sideburns.

"You have a fever." Fang Zilu sat on the edge of the bed and wiped off the moisture bit by bit with his fingers.

There was no light in the room, no light at all.

Jane Liangyi opened her eyes, but couldn't see anything.

"Fang Zilu."

His voice was so hoarse that even he was startled when he opened his mouth.

Fang Zilu quietly waited for the next words, but Jian Liangyi never spoke again.

Like falling asleep again.

The pictures of the past played in front of her eyes like a slide show, Jian Liang knew it was a dream, so she just watched quietly.

Watching the beauty of the past drift away, watching myself lost and lost.

It's hard to talk about the messy past, and it's not necessarily how beautiful it is now.

He ran after Feng Min, as if he had run on the "right path" he longed for.However, when he was about to catch up, Fang Zilu suddenly jumped out.

"Come with me." Fang Zilu said.

Why?

Simple thought.

"Because I like you."

The soft kiss stopped between the eyebrows, the touch was real and warm.

Jian Liangyi opened her eyes, just in time to see Fang Zilu's bloodshot pupils.

Day is bright.

Fang Zilu made a cup of cold medicine, and the metal stirring spoon hit the wall of the cup, making a crisp sound of "ho lang ho lang".

"It's been a night, Zu/Zong. Can you tell me what happened?"

Jian Liangyi lay on the bed with empty eyes, neither talking nor eating, just staring at the ceiling.

Fang Zilu took the porcelain cup and walked to the bed and sat down, raised his hand to touch his forehead: "I have a fever."

Jane Liangyi's nose was blocked, and her lips were a little dry from breathing for a long time.

He blinked tiredly, his eyelashes seemed to be drooping, and they were about to close in a while.

"Fang Zilu."

He yelled again, but there was no more words.

Fang Zilu put the porcelain cup on the bedside table, bent down and touched his forehead: "I'm here."

Jian Liangyi felt the warm breath of the other party, just breathing in and out, as if it could calm his inner anxiety.

"Mute again?" Fang Zilu stroked the broken hair on his forehead, and a thin layer of sweat stuck to the skin of his fingertips, "Selective mute."

Jian Liangyi's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, with wet steam.Gently wipe the corners of the eyes with your fingertips, and you can bring out a little warm water droplets.

Fang Zilu was so distressed that it was not appropriate to coax and hug him.

He stayed up all night, and his eyes were red.

"What the hell happened?"

Jian Liangyi closed her eyes and shook her head slightly.

He turned his face away and gently rubbed Fang Zilu's palm, like a cat, cute and gentle.

About her past, Jian Liang didn't want to tell Fang Zilu.

Even though he knew that Fang Zilu knew a little bit, he was still unwilling to fully reveal those things to the other party.

The shadows cannot see the light, and he never intends to mention those distorted pasts to anyone.

Besides Feng Min, there was only Feng Min.

He is a participant, and he already knew it.

"You really don't want to tell me?" Fang Zilu asked.

Jane coolly pursed her lips, but remained silent.

"That's fine," Fang Zilu sat back at the table and played his game, "Let's go."

Feng Min was waiting downstairs in his car, they were in a hurry, and they were going back to Huai City today.

There are a few changes of clothes in the schoolbag, which are not heavy in Jian Liangyi's hands.

He walked to the door and stood there for a while.

Fang Zilu played the game with his earphones stuck, and made a "cracking" sound on the keyboard, and ignored him in a daze.

Jian Liang knew that Fang Zilu was angry.

I also know why, but I don't know how to persuade.

Just don't persuade me.

After going downstairs, Jane coolly sat in the passenger seat.

He paused for a second, reaching for the seat belt.

The two of them didn't mention the skirt at all when they met this time, Jian Liangyi wore it normally, nothing changed.

Feng Min glanced at his short hair several times, but didn't mind too much: "Just you?"

Jian Liang understood what he meant, and said "um" without explaining too much.

"Have you had breakfast?" Feng Min handed him a bag of bread, "I still have a bottle of hot milk here."

Jane coolly shook her head and refused: "I'm not hungry."

How could he still be in the mood to eat now, his brain was torn apart by two people, one was his father and the other was Fang Zilu.

Feng Min took the bread back, as if he was at a loss for Jian Liangyi's indifferent attitude.

And Jian Liangyi also realized something was wrong belatedly, she sat up slightly and apologized.

"Arguing?" Feng Min started the car.

Jian Liangyi didn't know how to answer, so she had to keep silent.

"Xiaoyi, you have changed a lot in the past six months."

It was a morning's drive from Yuzhou to Huaicheng, Jian Liangyi lowered her head and picked her fingers, not yet thinking about how to spend it.

"It has become a little more lively and a lot braver."

As the car drove out of the school gate, Jian Liang tilted her head on the car window, staring at the passing trees outside the window without saying a word.

"I'm just a little regretful. It's not me who made you change."

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The author has something to say:

The hearts of the two people in the car at the moment:

Feng Scum: He doesn't love me anymore.

11: So annoying, how can Fang Zilu coax him?