Qin Fangzui was about to finish speaking, Han Xiaogong asked him what he was provoking, but he couldn't answer. But since it's been said, so be it. So Qin Fang said to him: "Anyway, I'm provoking, I won't go in, you hand over my schoolbag, I'll go with Brother Yan."
"Okay." Han Xiaogong handed it to him, "Let's go, lest I provoke you here."
Qin Fang carried his schoolbag and went downstairs with Xing Yan.
They haven't seen each other for a long time, let alone sitting in the car together like this. Qin Fang thought he would be very uncomfortable, but he wasn't, at least not as awkward as when the two of them returned to school on the second day of his birthday.
Xing Yan is already a senior, and he actually doesn't have any classes in school. But he still goes to the library and laboratory often. According to Qin Fang, he should not be very busy now, but he still can't catch him every day.
"I think my roommates have nothing else to do except preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination." Qin Fang found a topic to chat with Xing Yan, and asked him, "Are you taking the exam?"
"Yeah." Xing Yan just nodded.
"I haven't heard you mention it," Qin Fang asked him, "Where is the test?"
Xing Yan didn't answer immediately, but looked out of the car window after a while and said, "Let's talk about it."
"I've already registered for the exam." Qin Fang laughed a little, "When is it and you haven't decided where to apply?"
Xing Yan didn't continue this topic, and Qin Fang passed away after finishing speaking, without asking any more questions.
Zhou Siming and Xing Yan are both from the School of Chemistry. They are in the same class. Qin Fang thought of him and asked, "I haven't seen Zhou Siming since I came back from vacation. Did he go out for an internship?"
Xing Yan said: "Go out to earn money, he is short of money."
Qin Fang remembered that when he went out with Xing Yan during the summer vacation, someone asked him for money. At a red light, Qin Fang stopped the car: "He is short of money... because of school or something?"
"It doesn't cost much to go to school." Xing Yan still turned his head and looked outside, and said, "He borrowed a lot of money outside."
"Why?" Qin Fang was a little surprised.
Xing Yan said: "He also has a grandfather who is not in good health."
"Ah..." Qin Fang asked, "How much did he borrow?"
"I don't know, he doesn't say these things." When Xing Yan said these things calmly, "We won't ask him either."
It is true that among the four people, Zhou Si is obviously more dissociated, and he doesn't usually get in touch with them. Qin Fang remembered that Xing Yan said before that they were not friends, but they grew up tied together. They are indeed independent individuals from each other, growing separately, but rooted together. They are inseparable, but not close either.
Qin Fang didn't continue to chat with Zhou Siming. Although he was not as hostile to Zhou Siming as before, the two of them were no closer than strangers.
Si Tu's residence was not too far from the college, at most ten minutes by car. After Qin Fangkai entered the school gate, he suddenly asked Xing Yan, "Do you play football, brother Yan?"
Xing Yan looked at him and didn't respond for a long time. Qin Fang thought he was going to refuse, but finally Xing Yan nodded.
Qin Fang's racket was in the trunk, and he didn't even need to go back to get it. He parked the car directly at the stadium.
In the current state of their relationship, playing basketball is a very suitable way of communication. After all, chatting is not as daring as before. If it is a bit embarrassing to talk about related topics, it will be wrong to speak in a friendly or casual tone. Playing ball can avoid these embarrassments very well. There is no need for two people to say anything, just swing the racket vigorously. You come and go, communication is between actions.
Both of them were suffocating in their hearts, and they were not happy. The stadium is filled with the muffled "bang bang" of tennis balls hitting rackets and the floor, one after another.
Qin Fang tried his best every time he swung the racket, and even frowned a little. The boredom in his heart was inadvertently reflected on his face, and there was a small gleam of anger in his eyes.
I was angry and cared about Xing Yan, so I more or less blamed the other party for making the relationship between the two of them what it is now. Originally a good brother, he unilaterally changed the relationship, and then unilaterally alienated them, making them awkward and awkward.
Everything is him, what are you doing when you have nothing to do... Can't we be good brothers
Xingyan can catch the ball he hit, but he has to go back. Xing Yan didn't say a word, his face was always cold and calm, his jaw was tense, the muscles in his neck bulged when he exerted force, and he stared at Qin Fang through the net.
Qin put the ball out, staring at Xing Yan's movements to predict where the ball will land, and also looking at his face.
Every time Xing Yan collided with him, he stared straight at him. Qin Fang could catch his ball, but Qin Fang couldn't catch his eyes every time. The more you can't bear it, the more you put your strength on the ball, and use this method to vent.
The last ball Xingyan used a lot of strength, Qin Fang didn't catch it at all, and let the ball hit the wall with a "bang" and then bounced to the floor.
Qin Fang threw the racket to the ground, stood there panting, every breath he exhaled was hot, he looked at Xing Yan who was holding the racket on the opposite side of the net, and panted and asked him: "Are you going to keep doing this?" is it?"
Xing Yan didn't move, and stood where he was, took a deep breath and then exhaled long, shook the sweat off his head, and asked, "What is it like?"
Qin Fang's temper was aroused by a game of football. He usually looks easy to talk and has no temper, but in fact he is also a cannon barrel. He just doesn't get angry so easily with familiar people.
The ball rolled slowly to his feet just now, Qin Fang kicked it hard, and asked Xing Yan: "Is it because if I don't fuck with you, you won't be my brother?"
There was a distance between them, but not too far, and they could see each other's expressions and eyes clearly. Xing Yan saw Qin Fang's violently heaving chest, a drop of sweat on the tip of his chin, and his trembling hands.
Xing Yan also threw his racquet, stepped across the net, and walked straight to Qin Fang, both staring at each other. Qin Fang's big temper Xing Yan was not a good thing, he raised his hand suddenly and Qin Fang was unprepared, but he didn't hide. Xing Yan pinched Qin Fang's chin hard, wiped the sweat with his fingers, and ran over Qin Fang's chin with wet fingertips.
"What the fuck brother," Xing Yan squeezed Qin's chin and did not let go. He gritted his teeth before speaking, and the masseter muscle on the side of his cheek twitched twice, and said in a deep voice, "... I never regarded you as a brother."
Qin Fang frowned, Xing Yan's hand pinched his bones, but Qin Fang didn't take a step back.
"From the very beginning... I never wanted to be your brother." Xing Yan chuckled and continued, "Don't be naive, cutie."
Qin Fang waved his hand away, his eyes became brighter because of anger: "Why?"
Xing Yan said: "No reason."
If the person in front of him was not Xing Yan, the person who accompanied him to play ball and set questions for him, or the person who took him to find freedom, Qin Fang should have already done it by now.
But now Xing Yan was standing in front of him, and Qin Fang couldn't move his hands or lift them up anyway. Qin Fang's anger was not because Xing Yan's intentions towards him were not pure. The reason why he was angry today was because of Xing Yan's cold treatment, which forced him to the current situation. He could either take a step forward or take a step back. For Qin Fang, he was unwilling.
Qin Fang's temper probably won't be up for a long time after playing this game. Sports really make people's head hot and blood rushing.
The anger in Qin Fang's eyes couldn't dissipate, and there was also some unknowing grievance, so he just wanted to ask Xing Yan why. Xing Yan looked into his eyes for a long time, and finally Xing Yan put away his gun and turned off the flame first, and lowered his head to pick up the racket.
Went to the opposite side to pick up the pat and came back, Qin Fang still stood still, Xing Yan sighed and walked over, gave him a light push on the back of the head: "Let's go."
Qin Fang's stubborn temper also rose, very stubborn.
Xing Yan said to him: "I said I don't want you to respond."
Qin Fang said: "Fart."
"What's wrong with me?" Xing Yan raised his eyebrows, "I didn't reply to you when you sent a message or what happened to me?"
"Whether you like to come back or not." Qin Fang also said something.
"I really don't need you to respond now," Xing Yan frowned, "If it wasn't for your birthday, I wanted to give you the stone, I wouldn't tell you now."
"Then don't you still say it?" Qin Fang was a little irritable when he said it.
"Well, not only did I say that," Xing Yan said lightly, "I even kissed."
…
Qin Fang was so blocked that he couldn't continue with a sentence, and he choked back what he wanted to say.
"Think slowly. As I said, you can tell me anything." Xing Yan held the racket, stood in front of Qin Fang and said to him, "I will respect your decision."
Qin Fang said "Yes", and stabbed him with words: "Respect and then break the relationship."
Xing Yan ignored his words and continued, "I'll tell you something earlier."
Qin Fang raised his eyebrows and waited for him to speak.
"From that day to now, you haven't given me a clear rejection. You can't be ruthless. That's why I didn't say it. You think about it slowly, and I'll wait for you to think about it."
Xing Yan pursed his lips, his eyes suddenly didn't want to be so peaceful just now, his voice lowered a few degrees, "But before that, if you chase girls again, then I don't want your results."
Qin Fang frowned and said coldly, "I haven't."
"Well," Xing Yan nodded, "I know not today, I'll say later."
It was the first time for Qin Fang to come back from playing golf, but the irritability in his heart didn't resolve at all, instead it aggravated. Even exercise can't dissipate the messy emotions in his heart, which has never happened before.
When I came back, I took a shower and changed clothes, and then went to bed without doing anything.
The roommate was surprised to see Qin Fang lying down so early when he came back from the outside, and asked him, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay," Qin Fang said with a stuffy nose, "I'm a little tired from playing."
"Your voice doesn't sound right." Shen Dengke came over and looked up at the railing of his bed. "Aren't you uncomfortable?"
"No," Qin Fang sniffed, "it's quite normal."
Qin Fang told his roommate that it was normal at the time, but he really didn't feel anything at that time. As a result, I had a dream in the middle of the night, dreaming about his grandfather, and I started to feel a little uncomfortable when I woke up.
He came back from playing golf and took a shower without waiting for the hot water. It took a while for the hot water to go through the pipes, so he didn't wait, so the first thing that came out was cold water. I don't know if it's because of that, or because he sweats a lot and blows the cold wind. Qin Fang seldom gets sick and is quite solid, so he usually doesn't care much about these aspects.
My head was heavy, my breathing was heavy, and it was really uncomfortable.
Then I fell asleep and couldn't fall asleep, and I felt a little uncomfortable when I woke up, and I was uncomfortable no matter what.
Qin Fang touched his phone and looked at it casually. It was 2:30 in the morning. It was quiet everywhere at this time, and there were not many night owls in Moments who still posted status.
The same is true on Weibo. Qin Fang scrolled down and saw that Han Xiaogong posted the photos he took today on Weibo.
There is a photo of him, and he is smiling for the camera. Qin Fang sniffed and thought to himself, brother Fang's appearance is still online.
In the comments, some people are talking about his and Han Xiaogong's cp, and some are in "@炎哥".
When Qin Fang saw those @炎哥, he remembered that Xing Yan pinched his chin to talk today, and felt that the fire was about to rise again.
— Well, not only did I say... I even kissed.
Xing Yan's words flashed through his mind, Qin Fang turned off his phone and stuffed it under the pillow, closing his eyes.
What the hell is this.