After wearing a book, it is difficult to escape the law of true fragrance

Nancheng, which has just entered autumn, has been raining for nearly a week, the weather has turned cooler, and the clothes have been thickened.

Because of the rain, Bian Cong didn't ride his bike to school in the past few days, and Bian's father became his full-time driver, taking him to and from school every day.

The third year of senior high school is tight, and I have to make up classes on weekends.On Friday afternoon, Fu Chenyan told Bian Cong that he had taken half a day off.

Bian Cong stopped the pen in his hand and asked him, "Why are you asking for leave?"

"To see my mother."

Bian Cong was a little puzzled, "Is your mother not here?"

"Ah."

Bian Cong was even more strange, he turned his head to look at Fu Chenyan, and asked again: "Then you usually live with your father?"

"I live by myself."

"Huh? You live by yourself?"

Fu Chenyan didn't know how to tell him, and he didn't want to, so he just said hastily: "My family's situation is a bit complicated."

Bian Cong was silent for a while, then nodded, "I understand."

"You understand?"

"I understand," Bian Cong said, "There is nothing simple about the protagonist's family in a novel. Either the parents do not love the mother or the parents divorced and lacked love..."

Halfway through the speech, Bian Cong suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing. As expected, Fu Chenyan stared at him suspiciously, "What are you talking about?"

"Ah..." Bian Cong shook his head vigorously, "It's nothing, nothing."

Bian Cong immediately pretended that nothing happened, and calmly picked up a pen to solve the problem.

Fu Chenyan didn't speak any more. He thought this topic was over, but after a while of silence, he suddenly said, "My mother loves me very much."

Bian Cong was working on the question, and replied casually, "Mothers love their children."

"But she's gone."

Bian Cong froze for a moment, then slowly turned his head.

Fu Chenyan saw the doubt in his eyes, and he said, "It's been many years since I passed away."

"Yes, sorry."

"fine."

After the second get out of class in the afternoon, Fu Chenyan packed up his things and prepared to leave.

Bian Cong looked at him and gave him a bag of sugar from the hole in the table.

"...I apologize to you for not keeping my mouth shut for what I said this afternoon."

Fu Chenyan smiled and said, "It's the first time."

"What first time."

"You," Fu Chenyan looked at him, "is the first time to apologize to me."

Touching the tip of his nose, he said uncomfortably.

Fu Chenyan smiled, took the candy in his hand, "Let's go."

"Are you still coming back for evening self-study?"

Fu Chenyan packed his schoolbag, "I won't go back."

"Oh."

"Why?" Fu Chenyan smiled, "I can't bear to part with you."

As if wanting to be talked about, Bian Cong raised his head and stared at him, "Fu Chenyan, you bastard, you've changed."

"What changed?"

"You said something has changed," Bian Cong said, "You used to have a straight face and you could only say um, ah, now you have learned to be smooth-tongued, tell me, have you changed?"

"It hasn't changed," Fu Chenyan smiled, "it's only for you."

Bian Cong: "..."

"Really gone."

"Go away now."

Fu Chenyan took his schoolbag and coat and went out.

"Hey, wait." Bian Cong called him suddenly.

Fu Chenyan stood still and turned around, "What's wrong?"

Bian Cong took out the umbrella and threw it to him, "The weather forecast says there may be rain."

"Ah."

"Is there anything else to say?"

Bian Cong looked around, it was the big class break, and there was no one in the classroom.

He struggled for a while, looked at Fu Chenyan, and said, "Fu Chenyan, you should smile when you see your mother, don't be cold-faced, and say hello to auntie for me."

Fu Chenyan bent his lips and said, "Okay."

It was an overcast Saturday morning with a big dark cloud in the sky.

Bian Cong sat on his seat, propped his chin and looked at Fu Chenyan's seat in a daze.

He hasn't come all morning.

Bian Cong put down his arms, lay down on the table, and muttered, "I clearly agreed to see you tomorrow, but I won't see you today, I brought you breakfast, you let me go, old bastard Fu Chenyan, big liar .”

I felt a little aggrieved and a little sad for no reason.

While leaning on his arm, he looked up at the position of the camera, thinking about the past against the wall.Look at the front and back doors, they are all closed, and there is no teacher.

He took out his mobile phone and hid it in the hole of the table. He supported his head with one hand, took out the mobile phone with the other hand, and blocked it with his body.

Unlock the screen, open the wechat group of the class, click on the group members, find Fu Chenyan's profile picture, and click in.

It's still the blue and white graffiti, or the circle of friends that can only be seen for three days, nothing to see.

He backed out and stared at whether the one below was added to the address book for a long time.In the end, nothing was added.

I will not add you.Whether you like to come or not is none of my business.

While throwing the phone back, he got down again.

After two seconds.

While recovering from the previous posture, he put his head on his hands and took out his mobile phone.

He clicked on the class group, clicked on the dialog box, and sent a message.

edge from:.

Jiang Haoan: Brother Cong, what a coincidence, you are also secretly playing with your phone

Wang Yihao: Damn, what a coincidence, everyone

Bian Cong:  …

I'm sick, what are you waiting for?

Bian pulled his hair from the irritability, and threw the phone back.

After 1 minute, take out your phone.

No, throw it back.

Another minute later, he took out his phone.

No, throw it back.

After another minute, he took out his phone.

Have it.

Fu Chenyan:?

Son of a bitch!

edge from: /smile

Fu Chenyan:?

This time it's seconds.

You can do it!

While poking the screen heavily with his fingers, he wished he could poke someone across the screen.

Bian Cong: /Like

Fu Chenyan: /ok

"..."

Neuropathy! !

side from: /chopper

edge from: /bomb

edge from: /smile

Bian Cong: /bye

"Fuck!" Throwing the phone back, Bian Cong couldn't help swearing, "I'm fucking sick."

"What's wrong with Brother Cong?" Jiang Hao'an turned his head when he heard the voice, "What do you mean by what you posted in the group just now?"

"I'm sick."

Jiang Haoan: "Ah, ah?"

Bian never replied, he was lying on the table, and his heart was very colorful at the moment.

I'm fucking crazy, why do you care about him?

Yes, why do you care about him, why not just be at the same table.

Yes, at the same table, don’t they need to care about each other at the same table?

Yes, yes, then I should ask Fu Chenyan, isn't it right?

It should, but why doesn't he understand?Am I being too subtle?

That must be reserved, isn't it embarrassing to care openly?

Is it my problem?I can't understand the way I speak?

No wait.What am I doing?Why are you reviewing yourself.

No, this is obviously Fu Chenyan's problem.

This bastard doesn't take me seriously, why didn't you tell me when I asked for leave.

Then why did he tell you?

That's right, I'm not someone like him, and he doesn't seem to need to tell me.

But why are you still angry?

Not just angry, but a little worried.

This bastard should be fine, he shouldn't be drenched in the heavy rain yesterday afternoon.

"..."

There is an angel on the left side of his mind, and a devil on the right side of his mind. If the two of you talk to each other, he will go crazy because of the quarrel.

After the first period of get out of class in the afternoon, Fu Chenyan, who had made the angel talk about it all morning, came.

He talked to Bian Cong, but Bian never responded to him.

"what happened?"

"Leave me alone!"

After finishing speaking, Bian Cong suddenly felt something was wrong, by the way, Fu Chenyan's voice was a little hoarse.

"What happened to your throat?"

"I have a cold." Fu Chenyan said.

"Why did you catch a cold? You were fine yesterday."

"It rained a little."

"Where's the umbrella? Didn't I give you an umbrella? Didn't you hit it?"

"......beated."

Bian Cong just wanted to say why he was still drenched in the rain, but when he turned his head to see Fu Chenyan, he was stunned for a moment. He was so haggard, his face was pale, and his lips were bloodless.

"I haven't seen you for a day, why are you like this?"

Fu Chenyan coughed and said, "I have a little fever."

"Why did you have a fever? How many degrees? Have you taken medicine? How is it now? Has the fever subsided?"

"..." Fu Chenyan smiled, "Which one do you want me to answer first?"

Inexplicably embarrassed, Bian Cong said uncomfortably, "Is the fever gone?"

"No."

"Then why are you still at school? Crazy?"

"Well," Fu Chenyan's mouth curled up, "I'm afraid someone will cut me with a knife."

"..."

"Who did you learn the yin and yang strange energy from?"

Fu Chenyan said, "You."

Bian Cong became anxious, "Can you say one more thing?"

Fu Chenyan: "Then I will take it back."

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On Saturday afternoon, you are free to go to self-study, and everyone writes the homework left in the morning.

While working on the test paper, he glanced at Fu Chenyan from time to time.

Fu Chenyan lay quietly on the table with his face turned to the side.His eyes were closed, his face was flushed, and his breathing was very shallow.

"Fu Chenyan?" Bian called him in a low voice.

Fu Chenyan slowly opened his eyes, "Huh?"

"It's okay, I'll call you, I'm afraid you'll pass by."

"..."

In the next few classes, Bian would call Fu Chenyan from time to time, and sometimes he would reach out to check his breath.

At this time, Fu Chenyan would sigh helplessly and say, "I'm still alive."

As the evening approached, it began to rain on a gloomy day. At night, the rain became heavier and heavier, with no tendency to weaken.Considering the safety issue, the school closed early.

Bian Cong went to the bathroom to make a phone call and asked his father to pick him up.

After returning to the classroom, Zhang Yueban and Wang Tian came over to call him while waiting in his seat.

"Brother Bian, is anyone coming to pick you up? If not, come with me, my dad is here."

"You two go," Bian Cong said, "I'll be waiting for my dad, he'll be here in a while."

Zhang Yueban: "Oh, oh, let's go then."

Wang Tian: "Brother Bian, let's go then, goodbye."

"Let's go, stay safe, bye."

After a while, everyone in the classroom left, only him and Fu Chenyan were left.

Fu Chenyan was still lying there, motionless.

Bian Cong looked at him and found that his face seemed to be redder.

"Fu Chenyan?" Bian Cong called him.

"En." Fu Chenyan replied in a low voice.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

"Ok?"

"..."

"You don't have a fever, do you?" Bian Cong stretched out his hand to test the temperature on his forehead, "Fuck! Fu Chenyan, you are so fucking stupid, why don't you ask for leave to go home when you have such a severe fever, what are you doing here? You can fry eggs, you are crazy, what should you do if you become mentally retarded.”

Fu Chenyan didn't speak, and remained motionless quietly.

"Why don't you talk anymore, Fu Chenyan? Fu Chenyan?"

Still no sound.

Bian Cong was anxious, "Fu Chenyan, are you okay? Don't die, don't scare me, open your eyes and look at me, don't die, don't die here, I'm afraid."

Bian Cong reached out and scratched his eyes, "Can you see me? Fu Chenyan?"

"..."

"Don't pick it up," Fu Chenyan raised his hand to grab his wrist, "I'm going to be blind."

Fu Chenyan is very hot now, and his hand is holding his wrist like a soldering iron.

But inexplicably, I don't want to get rid of it.

"Are you still alive?"

"Alive."

"Is the consciousness still clear? Do you know who I am?"

Fu Chenyan opened his eyes in vain, "You are a follower."

Bian Cong was about to say something, but saw the cell phone in the table hole turn on twice and then turn off again.

It should be his dad.

The rain was still falling, crackling against the windows.

Bian Cong looked at Fu Chenyan, his slightly frowning brows and the hand grabbing his wrist.

My heart was burned a bit.

After a moment of silence, Bian Cong said, "Fu Chenyan, come home with me."

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